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THE IMMORTALS; 



GLIMPSES OP PARADISE. 



THE IMMORTALS: 



GLIMPSES OF PARADISE 



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NICHOLAS MICHELL, 

AUTHOR OP 

'Famous Women and Heroes," "The Poetry op Creation," "Pleasure, 
" Ruins of Many lands," &c. 



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PREFACE. 



To escape awhile from the engrossing cares of 
life and the petty scenes which surround us, in order 
to visit in thought the Land of the Immortals, and 
range in imagination ampler and brighter fields of 
existence, ought to fill the well-constituted mind 
with pleasure — ought to be regarded even as a duty, 
if we believe ourselves beings destined to survive the 
joys and sorrows of the present state. 

I would invite, then, in a trustful and reverential 
spirit, the thoughtless as well as the contemplative ; 
the sincere believer in a written revelation from God, 



11. PREFACE. 

as well as the incredulous man tossed to and fro on 
the restless ocean of doubt, to accompany me for a 
brief time into the regions, not of fear, though of 
mystery, not of gloom, but wonder and beauty. 

The poem of " The Immortals " has occupied the 
writer for some considerable time, demanding from 
its nature much careful reflection. The subject is 
one on which many and conflicting opinions will 
necessarily exist. Also it offers, there can be no 
doubt, a wide and an alluring field for the exercise 
of fancy and imagination ; but while fancy must, on 
some occasions, in these pages, be indulged in, truth, 
as regards the principal topic considered, is earnestly 
sought. 

The Sacred Kecord is the foundation on which the 
following contemplations must rest; at the same 
time the discoveries of modern science have so 
greatly enlarged and advanced human knowledge, that 
none of us need hesitate to embrace opinions, and 
give utterance to many sentiments, which would have 



PREFACE. 111.. 

startled our forefathers. We must, then, regard 

freed human spirits and angelic intelligences, not in 

the light men were wont to regard them two or three 

centuries ago, but as an essential portion of God's 

creation, drawing exhaustless delight from the 

universe of beauty and grandeur, and for whom, 

among other high purposes, that material universe 

Was created, seeing that the mortal must all merge 

in the immortal at last, and spirits alone live to 

contemplate and admire the works of Omnipotence. 

• The late Sir David Brewster, in his very pleasing 

and able work, " More Worlds than One," written as a 

reply to the book entitled " Of a Plurality of Worlds," 

has strongly expressed his opinion in regard to the 

probability, almost the certainty, that God has created 

no world without its rational inhabitants. Otherwise 

we must conclude that the Almighty Architect has 

built innumerable superb palaces capable of lodging 

human beings — built them only to remain empty. 

In accordance with Sir David Brewster's views, I 
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IV. PREFACE. 

believe that not only every planet of our own Solar 
System, "with perhaps one exception, is peopled, but 
that every planet, invisible to us, which must, from 
analogy, revolve around every sun nightly adorning 
our firmament, has its rational human population 
— beings endowed like ourselves with an immortal 
principle ; for who shall daringly take upon himself 
to affirm that the Almighty has granted this principle 
to the inhabitants of our small globe, but denied it to 
the rational beings of all other worlds ? 

One of the greatest and most astounding dis- 
coveries in the physical universe, since that of 
universal gravitation by Newton, is undoubtedly the 
discovery of a central sun. It is now proved, almost 
with mathematical certainty, that a central world 
exists, occupying the point around which, obedient 
to the laws of gravitation, our Solar System, and 
the innumerable suns and systems composing the 
Milky Way, are revolving. 

That our sun, and the stars erroneously called 



PREFACE. V. 

" fixed," have a proper motion in space, Sir William 
Herschel with some caution announced ; but it was 
left for Argelander, Struve, Maedlar, and other modern 
astronomers, to remove every doubt on this subject, 
and to demonstrate, from close and lengthened ob- 
servations, that all the visible universe is in motion. 
This result seems to follow of necessity from the 
known powers of an infinitely diffused attraction. 
The very stability and well-being of Creation demand 
it ; for did the suns possess no motion around some 
common centre, they would, however distantly si- 
tuated from each other, be inevitably drawn together 
in the lapse of ages, and then confusion, wreck, and 
universal chaos, would be substituted for the order 
and beauty now prevailing. 

Professor Maedlar and others, after a laborious 
series of investigations, have come to the conclusion 
that the bright star Alcyone, the principal member 
of the Pleiad-group, is that important and wonderful 
world which occupies the central point in space, and 



VI. PREFACE. 

to which, whatever its magnitude may be, all other 
worlds do homage.* 

They who read this poem must keep in view the 
great astronomical fact above named, for on it the 
hypothesis, or the chief theory propounded, is based 
— a theory which, though it may at first with 
difficulty gain credence with those unaccustomed to 
contemplate the magnificent works of the Creator, 
will not, I think, when the sublime astronomical 
wonder is calmly and reverently considered, be 
charged with outraging probability. On the con- 
trary, it will be found to contain, it is sincerely 
hoped, a truth most precious to man — a truth cal- 
culated to inspire confidence, and fill the mind with 
bright anticipations ; while it will invest one world 
and its group of suns, shining nightly in our heavens, 
with a peculiar interest and glory. 

* Some remarks on the interesting subject of a Central Sun 
will be found in the Appendix at the close of this volume. 



THE IIMOKTALS 



OR, 



GLIMPSES OF PAKADISE. 



BOOK I. 



THE IMMOETALS; 

OK, 

GLIMPSES OF PARADISE. 



BOOK I. 



Where dwell bright spirits ? — o'er the misty hill, 

Through the long-vista'd vale, we cast our eyes, 

Then up the wide expanse of vacant air, 

To those illimitable ether-gulfs, 

But nothing meets our anxious, asking sight. 

Thus, swayed by erring sense, we wrongly deem 

No spirits haunt our globe, no angel-forms 

Move through the trackless infinite of calm, 

But think yon far-spread regions lifeless space, 

An azure wilderness of solitude, 

Where cold and silence reign for evermore. 



10 THE IMMORTALS. 

Are worlds thick-peopled ? is the forest-leaf, 
The water-drop, with countless beings stored, 
While nought exists thro' all those mighty depths ? 
Must they alone be naked ? must no life 
Exulting pass the wide cerulean plains, 
Where all is freedom, purity, and light ? 
The globes were formed as nursing-bowers for soul 
Cradled in matter here ; matured and ripe, 
She casts her swaddling clothes of fragile clay, 
And issues forth to claim, for endless years, 
Those skyey mansions, her congenial home. 
Nay, 'tis no fable telling us wide heaven, 
Though arched so still, so seeming void of life, 
Teems with immortals, countless as the sparks 
Which fly from Nature's anvil, when she moulds, 
From fiery vapours, some new giant sun. 

No human sense can pierce the curtained scene, 
But brightly opened were the eyes of soul, 
A glorious spectacle might 'round us blaze ; 
Then should we see each mountain-top alive 
With rainbow-wing'd, and swift- descending forms ; 
Spirits would fill the vale each balmy morn,. 
Or glide at eve above the unbending woods, 



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And walk the silver of the moon-lit sea. 
Around us, too, would guardian-angels float, 
A brilliant multitude, and wake no fear, 
For brows so gentle, eyes so sweetly-rayed, 
Could not inspire a terror, pity's beams 
Softening their looks, and robing each with light, 
Making more heavenly that which came from heaven, 
More beautiful their immortality. 

Angels are ministers of love to man ; 
They watch the infant's cradle ; they protect 
Beauty and trusting Innocence from ill ; 
The Guardian-angel oft, in battle's hour, 
Wards the fierce thrust, and turns the ball aside ; 
She finds the dungeon of the wrong' d, oppress'd, 
Soothes his sad heart, and from the cold, dark cell, 
Points him again to liberty and light ; 
She enters poor Starvation's squalid home, 
And, smiling on the haggard, sleeping wretch, 
Cheers him with dreams of plenty, till his soul 
Leaps high with hope, and overflows with joy. 

But not our globe alone Immortals seek, 
For all the beauteous planets — Venus, Mars, 



12 THE IMMORTALS. 

And mountain'd Jove, and Saturn's belted sphere, 

Their legions haply roam in fond delight. 

They haunt each silvery moon, they haunt the sun, 

Pass and repass on beams, like bridges thrown 

Across the blue, from luminous star to star. 

Ay, radiant forms, outnumbering all the leaves 

Which fledge earth's forests, glide through ether's 

depths — 
Spirits once linked to clay, and those that ne'er 
Wore the dull fetters of mortality, 
The gentle and the beautiful that flashed 
From God their source, like showers of amber light, 
And every beam a sinless, deathless soul. 
There shines no globe, but spirits round it wing, 
There spreads no space, but spirits wander there ; 
As hives with bees, as sleepless brain with thought, 
Filled is the universe with active Mind. 

Are they in heaven ? no ; but every spot, 
Smiled on by God, they deem most holy, blest. 
What though God's Eden-Land be far away, 
He sends them thus to all the peopled worlds f 1 ) 
On mercy-errands, and to draw delight 
From wells of loveliness — his wondrous works. 



WHAT IS SOUL OR SPIRIT ? 13 

And what is human spirit ? false they teach 
Who judge it void of substance, parts, or form, 
A vaporous shade, a disembodied thought, 
That shims all converse with material scenes ; 
That views uncharmed the majesty and pomp 
Of green-robed worlds; that, naked and forlorn, 
Frequents no home of beauty it might love, 
But vaguely dwells in heaven's vague, empty blue ; 
Or, an unquiet, melancholy thing, 
Courts the dun shades of ebon-lidded Night, 
And cheerless roams beneath the freezing moon. 

No, it is progress in high Being's march, 
Aspiring still, and reaching nearer God. 
It hath more searching ken, boasts larger powers, 
Than when pent, chained, in mortal prison here ; 
And oh ! not saddened when Death cries — away ! 
Spirit, if clothed with virtue's vest of beams, 
Flings its slave-irons back upon the world, 
And plunges into liberty and joy. 
Joy is the burning basis of its life, 
The ambrosial aliment on which it feeds ; 
Joy welcomes it to proud, immortal days, 
And sounds sweet peans round its airy course, 



14 THE IMMORTALS. 

From living Nature's universal lyre ; 

For where no mists of crime make dark and sad, 

Creation's face is one broad smile of joy. 

Spirit is substance, or material things 
Would bow not to its power ; ( 2 ) it could not view 
The palpable, wide universe of God, 
Or whisper prayer, or anthem forth His praise. 
Most subtile the soul's element may be, 
Yet is it more than shadow, dreams, or thought. 
The soul is God-breathed life once veiled in flesh, 
Now freed, expanded, essence still the same, 
Feelings and wishes, hopes and love, unchanged ; 
'Twas linked to dust by some mysterious law, 
Known but to God, immortal, mortal, joined ; 
And as the Almighty raised earth's eldest born, 
A faint, dim image, reflex of Himself, 
That form may truly type all heavenly forms, 
Each angel shaped like mortal beauty here ; 
Yet its irradiate, all harmonious frame, 
While quickening with each burning energy, 
Shares nothing of our darkened, grosser clay, 
But, moulded of the ethereal ne'er to change, 
Hath self-support, and quenchless inward life, 



ANGELS. 15 

Impowered to brave all accidents, all time, 

And bloom and brighten, e'en when worlds decay. 

Too coarse our earthly organs to behold 
The fine -knit glancing spirit, yet, proud dust ! 
Deny not soul exists, substantial formed. 
Canst thou behold the air ? yet air has weight ; 
Canst thou behold attraction ? yet its power, 
Tremendous, draws a planet from its course. 
By keen-eyed souls alone are souls perceived ; 
Thus since frail man first mourned the lost below, 
His longing vision hath not caught a glimpse 
Of friend departed, though that friend may move 
Still fondly near him, sigh back all his sighs, 
Smile when he smiles, and weep when fall his tears, 
And, on his stricken bosom, lean in love. 

It is not fancy that hath bound bright wings, 
Like rainbows set on alabaster hills, 
Upon the angel's shoulder. Through all depths 
Stretches the ethery ocean, yet so rare, 
Comets alone the viewless medium feel. 
Our air birds sail ; a million times refined, 
The blue abyss is swept by angel-plumes, ( 3 ) 



16 THE IMMORTALS. 

Dashing aside the long, long ether-waves, 
In phosphorescent undulations bright, 
And keeping pace with beams that cross the void 
From distant blazing stars ; and ne'er fatigue 
The angels feel, thus travelling liquid plains ; 
Their arching wings exultant waft them on : 
Though haply, Vheeling near some fairer globe, 
They light at times upon its verdant hills, 
Soothe their fine senses in its rosy air, 
And feast their eyes on some new Eden's bloom, 
Then urge again their journey, springing up 
Heaven's shining slopes, like creatures wing'd 
thought. 

Deem not our world alone sends spirits forth, 
To bask in bliss, or drink the cup of woe ; 
Deem not our sun the eldest born of suns : 
No, as new globes God mouldeth still in space, 
Worlds sprang to burning being, stored with life, 
Thousands of ages ere our planet rolled 
From out its torpid chrysalis of chaos,* 

* That there are suns in the universe which arose at God's 
fiat previously to the creation of our own luminary, is an 



SPIRITS OF EXTINGUISHED STARS. 17 

When, loveliest of the lovely orbs of God, 
It rode a thing of beauty on the sky, 
And swept rejoicing on its sunny path, 
With emerald hills and silver-surfaced seas, 
Mid shouts and songs of wondering cherubim. 

Blest souls exist that walked in mortal bonds, 
Where Sirius or the Polar glories blaze, 
Long ere our parents opened ravished eyes 
In paradisal bowers ! The Hebrew sage 
Hath nothing writ to shake this lofty faith. — 
Are such now old, bowed low their angel-heads ? 



hypothesis which by no means contradicts the Genesis of Moses. 
The expressions — " He made the stars also. — And God set them 
in the firmament of the heaven," do not fix any precise period 
when they first shone in space ; and therefore, in strict accordance 
with the sacred narrative, we may believe that man}' of the 
larger suns, such as Sirius, Arcturus, and others, the first of 
which much exceeds in magnitude our own sun, were distinguished 
by an earlier existence in the history of eternity. That new 
stars have, from time to time, been discovered where no star 
before existed, their appearance being totally unassignable to 
orbital motion, is also a fact which offers a strong argument 
against the doctrine of simultaneous creation. 
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18" THE IMMORTALS. 

Are their eyes dim with viewing new suns flame, 

And old ones wane to darkness ? ( 4 ) Do they crave, 

"Worn out by an eternity of pomp, 

Release from Being's long monotony, 

And sigh to lay their aching grandeur down, 

Where dumb oblivion, and undreaming peace, 

May flood their essence with unconsciousness, 

And tomb their wearied immortality ? — 

No — see that form on yon high mountain-top, 

Where shines the oldest of the Pleiad orbs ! 

-His limbs of grace — his locks like twisted beams 

Robbed from some golden sunset — godlike eyes, 

Bright with heaven-climbing thought, and soft with love, 

Intelligence, and rapture, like a crown 

Of arrowy glory on his smooth, white brow — 

Is this the child of some extinguished star, 

Its light e'en quenched before our system rose ? 

Is this a soul once shrined in dying clay, 

Who bowed like us, all weakness, sighed and wept, 

Now smiling on a million slow-paced years, 

And young in feeling still, as young in frame, 

Gathering a bliss as keen from God's great works, 

As when at first intoxicated sense 

Drank wonder-draughts of rich Creation's wine ? 



CREATION OF THE ANGELS. 19 2 

But there are spirits who have never lived 
In tenements of flesh ; who sprang at once 
Brightly as stars from evening's procreant blue, 
And pure and holy as high thoughts from God, 
To loftiest life, and beauty passing dreams. 
No human woe, no darkening taint of sin, 
E'er cast eclipsing shadow on their brows ; 
They never felt infirmity or pain, 
Nor wept a parting with a dear beloved, 
Nor bowed in misery o'er a new-made grave. 
glorious, God-loved creatures ! life's first heirs ! 
Unfallen spirits ! favored, blissful souls ! 

Creation of the angels — time there was 
When no intelligence of finite power, 
Seraph or demon, lived in gulfs of space :.* 
No silvery wing its trail of radiance left 
Along the lifeless wilderness of sky ; 



* From the whole tenor of the Hebrew Scriptures, we are led 
to conceive that angels existed prior to the formation of worlds ; 
that they were not, however, from eternity, seems sufficiently 
evident, having been summoned into existence at some remote 
epoch by Him who had no beginning. 

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No brow beamed love and rapture ; no rich locks 
Waved in the light their streams of restless gold ; 
No lips immortal, touched with music-fire, 
Thrilled listening ether with a song of joy, 
Or voiced an anthem through the calm to God. 
Silence, close-guarded by black-vestured Night, 
And ceaseless watched by jealous Solitude, 
Sat on her ancient, melancholy throne, 
And cast her eyes dim, rayless, through the vault, 
And drooped her hands that hushed the infinite. 

Yet still, still the great Triune was there, 
Veiled in heaven's depths of holiness and calm, 
But each bright attribute, of Mercy born, 
Locked in His essence, like most precious gold 
Now buried deep in some colossal globe. 
Beneficence no object found to bless ; 
No channel opened, through whose smiling banks 
Warm love could pour its affluent, holy tide. 
Bliss, if unshared below, scarce seemeth bliss, 
For happiness grows more the more it gives, 
And, giving nothing, still becometh less, 
And withers into weariness and gloom. 
But, not like mortals, God in His full self 



CREATION OF THE ANGELS. 21 

Hath springs of bliss exhaustless as His power. 
Yet now strong love would summon 'round His throne, 
Creatures of reason dowered with endless life, 
Souls He would fill with joy, with wisdom crown, 
While beauty, a new glory, should light up 
The desolate spaces of unpeopled sky, 

What means the unwonted burst of torrid beams, 
Arrowing in coruscations swift and bright, 
From the veiled centre of the universe ? 
The shafts fly silverly across the gloom ; 
They reach grim Darkness in his farthest seat, 
And startle Desolation. Ether glows 
With rosy tints, foretelling earth-born flowers, 
Its depths all trem'lous as with ecstasy. 
Soft shine the vaporous sides of forming globes ; 
Harmonious sounds go pulsing thro' the void, 
Sweet yet supernal music, from the source 
Whence music afterwards gushed richly down 
To ravish new-made worlds. A something strange, 
That ne'er before had stirred the unliving depths ; 
A movement of the Almighty's presence, felt 
Like breath of being through the shining vast, 
Proclaimed that life and intellect, enshrined 



22 THE IMMORTALS. 

In forms immortal, were about to burst 
From the dim gulf of nothing. 

Softly pure, 
There shone a circle of white, stainless rays ; 
That circle swept a million, million miles, 
And girt the Ancient Throne, and now it glowed 
A deeper flame, as if its hues were caught 
From amethysts and rubies. One vast iris 
Seemed ringing the great central gulf of space ; 
Or it was like the belt, though mightier far, 
Bathed in some blood-red sunset, girding now 
The tinted orb of Saturn. — Eay by ray, 
The circle blazed more grandly ; ray by ray, 
It flashed intolerably, blinding-bright, 
And, quivering into motion, seemed to live. 

There was a sparkling of innumerous eyes, 
A spreading of a luminous cloud of wings, 
There was a burst — a long, wild burst of joy. 
Uprose a host of fair, ethereal forms, 
Complete their dazzling beauty, feeling, sense, 
Complete their keen and lofty intellects. 
Trembling in holy rapture, thick they stood, 



CREATION OF THE ANGELS. 23 

As flowers on some wide wilderness in Spring, 
Stirred by the fondling gales ; as stars that rush, 
When night comes down, in legions o'er the sky,, 
Till all the bine, one radiant battle-field, 
Doth burn and glitter with their golden arms. 

O new-felt life ! gushing bliss of being ! 
For the first time to cleave the yielding air, 
For the first time to gaze, to think, to love ! 
With eye-wide wonder each the other viewed, 
And, wondering still, they scanned heaven's boundless 

vault, 
While awe-held myriads silently upturned, 
Like vassal-flowers to their bright sovereign sun, 
Adoring brows to that dread, hallowed blaze, 
Where dwelt the Great Unseen; and then they 

bowed, 
Folding their hands instinctively in prayer. 
Bright, sinless creatures, beautiful as good, 
Whose feelings were all flame, whose lips were praise, 
Whose every sense was throbbing ecstasy, 
Their aspirations a pure fire of joy, 
Kindling each breast, ascending evermore. 



24 THE IMMORTALS. 

The ring of glory, now all angel-forms, 
Broke into radiant masses — living stars, 
That flashed and sparkled in the azure calm — 
Life-moulded dreams which rilled the mind of God. 
Cherubs, with lightning-looks that spoke desire 
To grasp all knowledge, restless wing'd the sky, 
And rose in spires, and sought to pierce the veil 
Of myst'ry and of wonder ; worlds ere long 
Would charm and satisfy their thirsting souls ; 
Seraphs with seraphs grouped, for theirs to feel 
A lofty adoration ; and their eyes, 
Lifted to Deity, displayed pure depths 
Of holy yearning, and concentred love. 
Already o'er the host, by strength of mind, 
More nobly fashioned, and as leaders hailed, 
Archangels towered, and calm, majestic, looked 
Embodied dignity, and placid might, 
Leaning upon the blue, apart and still, 
Like demigods in meditation sunk. — 
Heaven doomed not these to fall from seats of bliss ; 
The rebel angels sprang from other hosts, 
Called afterwards by God to endless days. 

The light, out-flashing from the centre, shone 



CREATION OF THE ANGELS. 25 

On all those wings, till each did seem a flame 
Starting from shoulders of unmelting snow — 
A flame anon that softened into roses, 
As roses bloom on earth when steeped in clew — 
That softened into living, downy gold. 

A peal of thunder, solemn, deep, proclaimed 
The first Immortals thus create by God. 
That thunder rolled — in quivering waves, rolled out, 
Mighty and wide, along the sea of space ; 
Unchecked, sublime, its strong vibrations swept, 
Not slowly, as sound drags its heavy march 
In our dull air, but hurrying with the speed 
Of light-shafts from the quiver of the sun. 
It lessened not, in volumes pealing on, 
E'en to the confines of those gulfs where soon 
Would hang the finished worlds. It told pale Silence, 
It told sad Solitude amidst her gloom, 
It told Annihilation on her walk, 
That life now triumphed in the lifeless wastes, 
That God had raised to being glorious souls, 
Minds charged with feeling, love, and lofty thought ; 
Sweet angel-flowers that ne'er would droop or fade, 



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THE IMMORTALS. 



Young beauteous forms time could not rob of grace, 
Bright intellects to suffer no eclipse, 
Children of immortality and joy. 



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THE IMMORTALS; 

OK, 

GLIMPSES OF PABABISE. 



BOOK II. 

Ages, as men count ages, rolled their waves, 
Myriads on myriads, breaking on the shore 
Of steadfast Time, and still more ages swept, 
Leaving but foam upon the shaken sand, 
And every bubble a long thousand years. 
Worlds, systems multitudinous as vast, 
Immense creations, in immenser space, 
Have poured, from all their nurseries of life, 
Undying souls into the Spirit-land ; 
Millions to brood in woe, their just award, 
Millions to rove in light and endless bliss ; 
The last e'en trebling the angelic bands 
That mortal chains ne'er fettered to the dust; 



28 THE IMMORTALS. 

And though less glory crowns the human soul, 
It shares with angels Godhead's favoring smile, 
Drinking with them life's waters sparkling, pure, 
From rapture's cisterns thro' eternity. 

Oh ! think not spirits, though divorced from clay, 
No longer hover 'mid material things, 
No longer love the beauteous works of God ; 
Yes, they admire the globes their Maker framed, 
With vales and sounding oceans, stamping deep 
The seal of beauty on their glorious fronts. 
Not for frail man alone those worlds arose, 
But to delight immortals, and to yield, 
With other raptures burning in high heaven, 
A joy for ever to angelic hosts. 

Oft angels, from the upper paradise, 
Descend to view world-Edens blooming still, 
Those lower gardens beautifying space. 
Thus do Immortals, down Heaven's azure road, 
Shod with the sunbeam's brilliancy and speed, 
Glide to our far small Earth — small, but fair, 
Clothed with a beauty angels vainly seek 
In bright-ringed Saturn, or in moony Jove — 



EARTH. 29 

A loveliness e'en passing that displayed 
By grand Orion's train, or worlds that walk 
Round golden-throned Arcturus. Man, dull Man ! 
Who sees no charm in God's great handywork, 
Who thinks to soar by blindly scorning earth, 
Calling its radiance dark, its beauties vile, 
And cursed of God, and hurrying to its doom- 
On ! 'tis his soul, and not the world, immersed 
In this black shadow of eclipsing ill. 

Earth ! favored Earth ! rich-vestured, bride-like 
Earth ! 
That springeth jubilant upon her path, 
As freshly now, untired, and full of youth, 
As when first launched upon her rushing way, 
Singing along the pure, bright air for joy. 
She hath no mountain, but Archangels' feet 
Might tread it with admiring, reverent awe ; 
She hath no vale, but Seraphs there might walk, 
And lessons learn from beauties decking clay, 
The humblest flower a teacher eloquent, 
Preaching of love and God. Great ocean's face, 
Gathered to frowns, when storms convulse his heart, 
Or smiling to the stars in peace and calm, 



THE IMMORTALS. 

Offereth a glorious sight to eyes of soul ; 

While his long waves, deep-booming round his shores, 

Form a sonorous organ, whose grand notes 

May float far out on ether's thrilling paths, 

A solemn anthem e'en in angels' ears. 

Each scene on earth, or wild, or beautiful, 
Hath spells to charm the travellers of the sky ; 
Their subtile senses, like their minds, surpass 
In fineness and acuteness, human powers ; 
And as the bee from herbs sucks honey-dew 
No art may gather, so, from all around, 
They draw pure, sweet delight, to man unknown. 

They love the Spring, for then young Joy, released 
From Winter's prison, dances fetterless 
Along the exulting world. Few sights so dear 
To angel eyes, as wakening throbs of bliss, 
Pulsing from Nature's heart through all her veins. 
Now down yon azure troops of glittering forms 
Dart in bright lines, like shafts of silver sent 
From Heaven's full quiver. On the breezy hills 
They stand, immortal graces, wing'd with beams, 
Viewing the freshened scene, and drinking balm. 



ANGEL-VISITANTS . 31 , 

They haunt the woods, though hid from mortal ken; 

Or linger by the cool and crystal wells, 

Types of their own pure nature. Far away, 

In the lone wilderness, Spring's thrilling lip 

Kisses up flowers from rude, uncultured earth ; 

Why bloom they there ? no mortal treads the waste, 

To view their brilliant hues, or breathe their scents ; 

Nor can they charm wild bird, or savage beast ; 

Their beauty springs — for God forms naught in vain — 

To glad the wandering angels. Flashing down, 

The skyey pilgrims, shining groups, alight ; 

And they who, awed and ravished, watched the march 

Of mighty planets thro' unmeasured heaven, 

And listened crashing thunder, feel as rapt, 

And lost in marvel, o'er a tiny flower. 

They scan with curious eyes its growth, its veins, 

Its sappy stem, and gaily-painted leaves, 

Its honied cup for bees to riot in, 

And all its living fabric, tasking skill 

As high and wonderful, as power that orbed 

The glorious sun which warms its musky breast. 

Heaven's gentle children thus most brightly read 
God's love of beauty on a humble page, 



32 THE IMMORTALS. 

Whose lines and syllables are sun-kissed flowers, 
And each sweet glowing letter spelling — love. 
Oh, searching all things fair, through all the worlds, 
Angels find nothing beautiful as flowers ! 

They love the greenery by long-winding streams, 
Or the smooth silver of a summer lake, 
Where, oft inspired by beauty's richest forms, 
They chant to Nature's God divinest song. 
sweet, sweet lakes ! there each delightful dream, 
And gorgeous fancy, finds material shape — 
The sloping velvet hill, the willow'd bank, 
The trees that spring more tall, with greener boughs ; 
The shore's soft undulations — beauty's lines ; 
The resting waters smoothed to crystal sheets, 
So that blue skies see other skies below, 
And in that glass the stars each evening peer, 
To mark how fair their pearly foreheads shine. 
We muse in loneliness, yet feel not lone, 
For birds, and butterflies, and fairy things, 
Will thickest haunt the bosky banks of lakes. 
We own the pensiveness that makes not sad, 
For rapturous Thought sits ever by the lake, 
Conversing with the outer, inner world. 



ANGEL-VISITANTS. 33 

When Summer bares her bosom to the gale, 
And walks the Southern Alps with beamy eyes, 
And waves her mantle o'er the singing woods, 
Dyeing them, by its shadow, living green, 
Ye meet no lovelier waters than the lake 
Clasped in the arms of Como's lilied shores. 
The sun rides high, but pours not fainting heat ; 
A softly-pulsing air from Alpine peaks 
Wafts a refreshing coolness. On the banks 
The idle fisher idly leans his form, 
His bliss to think of nothing. Bloomy fruit 
Hangs temptingly in rounding, ripening orbs, 
From low-depending boughs ; and Bacchic vines 
Wanton adown the many-coloured rocks. 
The swans, where bordering chesnuts cast their shade, 
Cluster to sleep, gold bills beneath their wings ; 
And frequent from the wave, with silvery sides, 
The fish updarts, quick circles spreading round ; 
Circles, like generous love which opens wide, 
And wider still, to embrace all human kind. 
Flowers, by the water's edge, bend low their eyes, 
Each seeming, like that fabled youth of eld, 
To pine for its own beauty, while it breathes 
Sighs in delicious scents. The massive woods, 
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34 THE IMMORTALS. 

That drowse in fragrant gloom along the steeps, 

Hear through their depths the chant of listless birds ; 

While, swinging slow from some grey cloister-tower, 

The voice of Time floats heavily on air, 

Deepening the solitude, till, o'er the hills. 

Dies that small echo from eternity, 

And peace again laps all the blissful scene. 

He doth not dream who places angels here,, 
Enamoured of the lovely, bright, and calm ; 
They hover o'er each leafy steep ; they stand 
Musing upon each purple promontory. 
Their widely-glancing, penetrating eyes 
Pierce to the heart of every beauteous thing, 
Each bosom feeling gratitude intense 
To Nature's ruling lord, whose bounty spreads, 
For them and man, such feast of loveliness. 
But most the immortal ones, who seek our globe, 
Love starry Night to adore the God of worlds. 
mother of sweet fancies, balmy Night ! 
Her voiceless, holy hour doth breathe a spell 
That soothes our mortal natures. Midst the hush 
That seems to hold the listening universe, 
Memory unlocks her gates, and prying soul 



ANGEL-VISITANTS. 35 

Turns searching thought upon her inner self, 

Then mounts from self to scan the vast of heaven, 

The luminous page by God's own finger writ. 

Yet viewing yon blue paradise of stars, 

So tranquil and so stirless, with no smile 

Traced on the everlasting, silent sky, 

Calm, solemn, through the storms and changes here, 

Calm, solemn, through the infinite of ages — 

The feeling presses on us that a grief, 

A sorrow born of far eternal years, 

Lies brooding at Creation's mighty heart. 

Perchance our own vague fancies image this, 

Colouring the worlds, and that no real gloom 

Palls the grand works of Heaven's Artificer : 

We gaze, and muse, and vainly ask to soar 

Above earth's mists to Heaven's bright mountain -top 

We long to end all mystery, and unveil 

The jealous Isis of the dark unknown. 

loving Night ! dreamful, holy Night ! 
How sweet to watch our fair, abandoned Earth. 
Like a young babe, asleep ! its recent sobs 
Of evening breezes, and the merry laugh 
Of jocund life, all kissed to gentlest peace. 
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36 THE IMMORTALS. 

A tear hangs sparkling on its cheek of bloom — 

The dews by fairies sprinkled ; and its hair, 

Not shaking wantonly in thickest curls, 

Falls smooth and glossy from the placid brow, 

For woods are drooping on each mountain's crest, 

The foliage shining 'neath the shining stars, 

Unruffled by the fingers of a wind. 

Yes, Earth, the infant, sleeps, no sound above, 

No strife below, to break its heavenly rest. 

'Tis now that peace- enamoured angels come, 

Walking upon the stars' white sloping beams, 

Folding their wings to glide more stilly on — 

Come from their bowers in distant paradise, 

To watch the world and mortals in repose, 

To bless earth's saddened heart with golden dreams 

Of primal joy and beauty, and to bear 

Freed human spirits up the calm to heaven. 

Thus angels and Intelligences crowd 
Our lower skies, still bent on acts of love. 
Nature for them, through all her empire, smiles ; 
The day, the night, the common walks of life, 
The umbrageous hill, the flower-clad wilderness, 
Teem with the forms that visit us from heaven. 



THE DYING BEAUTY. 37 

There's nothing lovely but they prize and love ; 

There's nothing grand but bids them glow and thrill, 

Lifting their fervid being up to God. 

Yes, all existent things where beauty shines, 

Fill angel-minds with pleasure — minds that grasp 

Boundlessly great, and infinitely small ; 

Now contemplating God, now dying man, 

Now huge world-systems, now a bead of dew. 

But these are creatures never linked to clay, 

Or stained by crime. The souls through woman born, 

Ere freed from life, and raised to their high state, 

Are but dark-dungeoned, iron-fettered slaves ; 

They crouch behind their bars, and view obscure 

The outer, glorious world ; the gaoler life 

Keeps close the cell, and firmly binds the chain. 

Most spirits grasp their bonds with desperate strength, 

And mourn if told their freedom-hour is nigh ; 

Yet souls exist who long to burst away, 

And wander into liberty and light. 

The young, high-born, the courted of the world, 
The beautiful, as beauty shineth here, 
Lay pallid on her pillow. Mind for her 
Proved all too active, and, with ceaseless play, 



38 THE IMMORTALS. 

Exhausting strength, wore out the wheels of life. 
She had two loves that halved her fervid soul, 
Yet seeming blended while they kept apart, 
Like married colours of the aerial bow — 
The love of knowledge, and the love of Heaven. 
Unlike her sex, who reap their richest joy 
From life's gay fields, and harvests of the heart, 
She burned to pierce the dim mysterious depths 
Of mind and God's creation. Nought to her 
This present busy scene ; she would but know 
The ancient past, the fateful yet to be, 
And longed to lift the veil that closely shrouds 
The unconceptioned, radiant spirit-land. 

Like lilies heavy with the dews of Night, 
Fair mourners bowed their heads, and shed their tears, 
Around that couch of death. Ah ! blind to soul, 
They saw but beauty waning to the tomb, 
The bright-rayed star eclipsed : their ears but caught 
The last faint words of music, soon for them 
To close in endless silence. Death would prove 
The severer of the bonds they felt so sweet, 
The quencher of the fire by genius lit ; 
And so in hopeless bitterness they wept. 



THE DYING BEAUTY. 39 

that the beautiful should fade and die ! 
O cruel law of harsh, unpitying fate ! — 
Thus cries poor human wisdom. We admire 
Ashes in loveliness — a glowworm's spark 
In brightest human wit ; the glimmering light 
Is trampled out by Death's rude iron foot. 
Is there a star, high hung in heaven's soft blue, 
More happy than our own ? where never crime 
Drew its dire trail o'er stainless human hearts ? 
Where beauty, as it shineth pure from God, 
Defies decay- — defies strong time and death, 
All that was mortal passing up to Heaven, 
Untouched by the Destroyer, mouldering not 
In Mother earth, the grave a thing unknown, 
But swiftly, as life changes, putting on 
The radiant vestments of eternity ? 

More frail each moment grew the slender link, 
Binding the ethereal part to meaner clay ; 
But soul, like some rejoicing tree in Spring 
Quick-bursting into bloom, put forth its powers ; 
Memories, late dormant, started from repose, 
And hope that stream-like crept in doubt's thick shade, 
Flashed into certainty's bright, cheerful sun. 



40 THE IMMORTALS. 

The spirit thus, while Nature earthward sank, 
Seemed to spread eagle-pinions, and assume 
Its Heaven-born independence. Death gloomed near, 
"Waiting to cut the quivering thread of life ; 
But when the hour of spirit's freedom comes, 
And it shall drop the covering, winging forth 
From poor mortality's dead chrysalis, 
Oh ! what shall greet it in that untried state ? 
Expectant, trembling, shall the stranger stand, 
Without a home, without a guiding friend ? 
Or shall it see God's glory fill the sky, 
Ushered at once to paradisal bowers, 
The child of life, the heir of endless joy ? 

A shade fell deepening on the face, like Night 
Dropping on some sweet landscape, yet a flash 
Broke from the eye, the spirit's last retreat — 
The eye which soul looks through, ere leaving 

dust, 
The expresser of its bright divinity, 
The outlet of all feeling, where the lamp 
Of consciousness first burns, and last expires. 

'Twas o'er — she ceased to live. Oh ! wondrous change 



THE DYING BEAUTY. 41 

A moment worketh in us tow'rd the dead ! 

The beautiful we lately clasped and kissed, 

Though still most beauteous, treasured, and heart-loved, 

Hath turned, we know not why, a thing of fear : 

We gaze, yet solemn, mournful is the spell 

That binds us tremulous to the pale one's side. 

We cannot smile in presence of hushed death; 

And yet we kiss that forehead, smooth and cold, 

While the touch chills us, creeping through each vein ; 

We love, we mourn, but fear doth run through all 

Our gentlest feelings, like a sable snake 

Trailing its volumes 'mid the sweetest flowers. 

We may not talk, but hold our breath in awe, 

Or trembling, kneel and pray. — myst'ry dread ! 

Unsolved by all the anxious, searching ages, 

By all the wisdom, thought, and lore of man — 

The body's dissolution ! — that sharp knife 

Dividing soul from matter — that strong wing 

By which we mount to immortality ; 

That passage, dark and terrible to flesh, 

Which leads through wintry gloom to instant Spring ! 

'Twas o'er ; a quiet atmosphere of grief 
Now filled that shaded room. As lightning, long 



42 THE IMMORTALS. 

Held captive in the heavy, murky cloud, 
Leaps, on a sudden, into fiery strength ; 
So spirit, from the cloud of matter freed, 
Forth flashes into new and burning life ; 
Save that the flame of lightning doth return 
To former sleep, its lambent ardour spent, 
While quenchless soul sweeps on for evermore. 

No pang — no shock — no terror — but most calm, 
Most gently, in a moment, spirit passed 
From human trouble to the land of peace. 
'Twas as a star occulted by the moon — 
A star that, lately curtained, issues now 
Placid and glittering, sailing on the blue, 
Without a stain or shadow. That young soul, 
Saved by Christ's love, and pardoned by her God, 
Is Mind now shaped in a celestial mould, 
All independent of poor perished clay. 

Hark ! as she rises o'er the mists of earth, 
The sounds of greeting from immortal lips ; 
For angel-beings, seut by Heaven to watch 
The world's inhabitants, and guard their souls, 
Are hovering thick and dazzling in the air. 



THE SOUL. 43 

Music is stealing down the brilliant sky, 

Sweet in its melting cadence, as if poured 

Through golden-opening doors from Paradise. 

The spirit hears the " welcomes " of the blest ; 

Glory is shining round her like a robe ; 

Eapture is steeping every thrilling sense. 

Where is thy fear, thy gloom, conquered Death ? 

They bear her to the land where reigns no night, 

Where flowers ne'er fade, where knowledge growing still, 

And the grand secrets of the universe, 

Will satisfy the ardent thirst of mind, 

Through dateless, unimaginable years. 



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THE IMMORTALS; 

OK, 

GLIMPSES OF PARADISE. 



BOOK III. 



Motion is life — the secret of the worlds, 
The golden harmony of earth and heaven ; 
Oh ! beautiful, wide-spread, supporting law ! — 
The infant flower, warm-cradled in the vale, 
Shoots slowly, and unfolds its breast of sweets, 
While nectarous sap runs ever through its veins. 
The oak, a mountain warrior, dares the blast, 
Tossing its giant, brown-mailed arms abroad ; 
If screened and still, it sickens, droops, and dies. 
The air ne'er rests through all its viewless depths ; 
The buoyant cloud, the chariot of young Health, 
Races with winds, and skims the plains of sky ; 



THE CENTRAL SUN. 45 

The river, folding Plenty in its arms, 
Sweeps through the laughing land : the ancient Sea, 
Since poured by God into the mighty gulfs, 
Covering the world's foundations, hath not known 
Slumber or pause, but heaved beneath the moon, 
Rolled in bright waves when calm caressed his brow, 
Or, speaking thunder, battled with the storm. 

Motion is life ; ere conscious being's flame 
Lights the brain's marvellous halls, the feeble heart 
Begins its pulsings — from the birth-hour beats, 
Throb — throb ; and if but one poor minute cease 
This wondrous action of a power unseen — 
This bosom life-clock — this quick-flying wheel, 
The palsied frame is dust. The mind ne'er rests, 
Busy awake, and dreaming in repose ; 
It grasps near objects, flies to scenes remote, 
Or, passing time, roams vague eternity. 
Yon maiden Moon ne'er tarries in the sky, 
To rest her on her weary pilgrimage, 
But, with bound hair and silver-sandall'd feet, 
Doth glide for ever 'round her Mistress, Earth. 
The lady Earth as active walks the blue, 
And, fixing on the North her loving eye, 



46 THE IMMORTALS. 

Hastes, but majestical and full of grace, 
With all her mountains and her foaming seas, 
Her busy, populous continents and isles, 
Around her lord, the Sun ; one month supine, 
One week, 'mid ages, staying on her course, 
And mad Destruction, the fine balance lost, 
Would draw her reeling to the central fire, 
And whelm her pride, her beauty, and her bloom. 

Is there a spot in all yon boundless sky, 
Where motion doth not reign ? where soul might dwell, 
And cry exulting — rest at last is found ! 
monarch Sun ! compelling force of heaven ! 
Chainer of comets ! lord of docile globes ! 
That on thy throne sit'st mighty, like a grand 
Embodiment of awful Deity ! 
Robed in an atmosphere of dazzling fire, 
Thine everlasting, giant energies, 
Perplexing while astounding finite mind, 
Looking at once a glory and a dread, 
Abroad upon thy slaves, the governed worlds ! 
Rest surely dwells with thee, thy steadfast power 
Owning no power stupendous as thine own : 
Surely thou serv'st no huger body, hung 



THE CENTRAL SUN. 47 

In ether's depths by God, thou, only thou, 
The unchanging mid the changed, as ages march, 
Firm-fixed in glowing space, as though we viewed 
Some monstrous bark that rides the blue abyss, 
Its ponderous anchor cast, down, deeply down, 
In the broad sea-cayes of immensity. 

No, a link only in the chain of suns, 
One star-bead mid the crowd of nobler globes, 
Our radiant king appears — and yet not king, 
A loftier rules afar. Behold ! he moves ! 
Obedient to the fiat — nought must rest ; 
He moves, and serves another ! With swift course, 
His giant, blazing bulk, ploughs yielding space — 
He moves, and, at his flaming chariot-wheels, 
Draws the unconscious earth and planet- throng.* 

We travel 'mid the spangled Milky-Way, 
Companioned by a million brother-suns ; 
For they too journey the cerulean waste ; 



* For remarks on the discovery of our sun's proper motion in 
space, and its presumed revolution around a great Central World, 
see Appendix at the end of this volume. 



48 THE IMMORTALS. 

No world of all the hosts adorning heaven, 
Though seeming fixed, but holdeth on its calm, 
Eternal march thro' hushed infinitude. 
And whither tend we on our dazzling course, 
Sweeping, since Earth was born, among the stars ? 
Some powerful centre draws us, some great land 
In mystery veiled, some glory next to God's ; 
But not one round the rapid sun hath traced 
Since Adam walked the world. How vast the path ! 
And yet 'tis Heaven's design, all Nature cries, 
That, circle upon circle, earth should make, 
In safety and in splendour, with her lord, 
Around this distant globe. The flying angels 
Pass us upon their way from that grand sphere ; 
They circumnavigate the aerial sea ; 
They mark new Edens bloom, old Edens fade, 
World-populations rise, and fall extinct, 
Then cross our path again, for nought to them 
The long, long ages mortals shrink to name, 
Counted by deathless eyes that never sleep, 
On the great dial of eternity. 

The Milky- Way, amidst whose stellar gems 
Burns our own sun, thus moves thro' all its mass, 



THE CENTRAL SUN. 49 

In concord and in music, watched by God. 
Yes, motion saves us ; but for motion's law, 
Suns would attract huge suns, howe'er remote, 
And systems, in the round of ages, meet 
Clashing with systems, till one chaos dire 
Would whelm the lost, depopulated globes. 
wondrous foresight of Creative Mind ! 
world-towers built for sempiternal years ! 
Grand, faultless engineering of the sky ! 

Yet here, e'en here, the Almighty doth not close 
The awful volume of his works, as done, 
Doth not exclaim unto Creation's wave — 
" Dash thou no further !" still the billows roll, 
O'ervaulting bounds, all, all but infinite.* 
Look through the windows of the Milky-Way 
On space beyond — outstretching, yawning space ! 
Faint on the bosom of the azure Night, 
Ye ken star-islands — other Milky- Ways, 

* Argue as we mav, we are driven to the conclusion that 
Nature must have a termination somewhere. That which has a 
visible commencement must have a close. That which has solid 
extension and weight cannot be infinite. There are but three 
infinites — duration, space, and God. 
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50 THE IMMORTALS. 

Complete with all their suns. ( 5 ) There motion, too, 

Marshalls the hosts of life-abounding spheres, 

And sounds the trump of golden harmony. 

Those systems move — 'round what ? — our sparkling mass 

Of older suns, our mightier astral scheme — 

Move in vast orbits thought e'en fails to trace, 

Consuming ages baffling human dreams. 

Thus is gigantic Nature held and swayed, 
E'en as a steed that scours the level plain, 
Guided by some strong rider. Balanced all, 
The shining glories journey, smooth and calm, 
Seeking some far-off centre. Eeason ne'er 
May grasp the great conception ; Faith herself, 
Though science paints the wonder to the soul, 
Bright as the lightning's flash, recoils and bows 
Beneath the weight of this tremendous truth. 
Where is the Central World, the king of worlds ? 
The capital of Nature's vast domains ? 
The battlements whence angels may look out, 
Watching the universe thro' all its bounds ; 
The royal tower whence heaven's swift heralds fly 
On missions to far worlds ; the huge, bright sun, 
Poised at the point where gravitation dwells, 






PARADISE. 51 

And ruling thus all other subject suns, 
And lighting, like a glorious torch, the way 
To God's bright Eden, lying still beyond. 

It is no dream ; to mortal vision plain 
This monarch globe exists. Keen science points 
Her truth-revealing wand to Northern skies, 
And 'mid the Pleiads shows the giant star, 
Whose power, wide issuing, sways the universe. ( 6 ) 
Thou blest Alcyone ! thou favoured sphere ! 
Most beauteous 'mid the beautiful on high, 
The glory of all glories visible ! 
Raising within us feelings born of awe, 
And dreams of power and dread magnificence. 

That globe in hugeness mocks our labouring thought, 
Tho' dwarfed by™distance to a golden spark. 
Pale scholar ! lone enthusiast ! worldling ! come ! 
Meek child of God ! proud bigot ! sceptic ! come ! 
Searcher for truth, blind error's wandering dupe, 
Soaring or grovelling spirits ! come, come ! 
Lift in the midnight's calm no doubting eye ; 
Though dumb, eternal silence wrap the pole, 
And no wing'd form, to mortal sense, may glide 
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52 THE IMMORTALS. 

Down the long beam to tell the secret here, 
This very world shall greet thee, mirror'd true 
On thy small dying eye, while neighbouring suns- 
Add radiance to the scene. gaze, and thrill, 
Ponder, exult, that near those clustering worlds. 
Or calm within the circle they infold, 
Thus in the midst of God's creation placed, 
As suited unto seats so vast, august, 
The immortal regions of delight may bloom, 
The paradise of angels and of souls. ( 7 ) 

There are some secrets never to be told 
To spirits while on earth. 'Tis God's high will, 
A veil inpenetrable as the dark 
Which hides futurity from mortal view, 
Should shroud the holy mysteries of that state 
Of full beatitude and perfect peace. 
The finite cannot grasp, in mortal hour,- 
The immortal and the infinite ; yet soul, 
While in its narrow, crumbling house of clay, 
May reverent ponder, search, conjecture, hope, 
See by the light Truth's hallowed records lend, 
Track Nature's laws that point from earth to God, 
And mount on wings of thought to highest Heaven. 



PARADISE. 53 

The Central Sun is but a lamp that lights, 
With smiles from God, the Eden-land of souls, ( 8 ) 
And other suns illume the immense abodes, 
Within those spaces of eternal rest. 
what a scene of splendour ! suns above, 
And suns below — no night, no winter there, 
And one great sun the monarch of the rest — 
Orbs with more richness, softness in their glow, 
Than suns shed here, and beaming evermore. 
But the weak hand that fain would paint in shade 
One glory-scene, drops paralysed, and still 
The lip must cry to mysteries unrevealed, 
How dark is reason, and how frail is dust ! 

Enough for man to know, God's chosen Land, 
The garden walked by holiness and joy, 
Lies guarded and surrounded thus by suns, 
The radiant centre of all spirit-life, 
In the grand centre of material things — 
Vast globes of finer matter, for the feet 
Of forms ethereal, whence keen spirit-eyes 
May range unchecked Creation's utmost bounds, 
And drink in rapture from a million worlds. 
Vast globes of finer matter ; for our God 



54 THE IMMORTALS. 

Hath promised us new bodies clothing soul, 

And these demand a bright material home ; 

Vast globes of finer matter, robed by Heaven 

In vesture more magnificent, sublime, 

More sumptuous than arrays all other globes ; 

Ay, Nature, handmaid of eternity, 

Throws her rich spell o'er all the mighty scene. 

If valleys charm the gaze in our small star, 

And live-green woods, and flower-marged crystal 

streams, 
And mountains that hold converse with the clouds, 
How must they ravish in that vast abode, 
Created to yield bliss to perfect Mind ? 
Where immortality hath brightly passed 
From Spirit to great Nature ; whose attire 
Is woven of a web that wears not out ; 
Whose gorgeous hues, like soul, can never fade ; 
While beauty's seal, affixed by God's own hand, 
Glows on each object never touched by Time — 
Time that will crush all fair sublunar things ; 
Change and Decay, earth's dark unpitying lords, 
And iron-footed Euin, there unknown. 

thou supernal seat, beyond this world 




PARADISE. 55 

Of crime and suffering ! tost by tempests here, 
And dreading shipwreck on the rocks of woe, 
How blest to lift our gaze, and think of thee ! 
Now as the shades fall round me, and hushed Night 
Arches the world with clearest crystalline, 
I'll stand on this hill's slope, and musing watch 
The Pleiad glories slowly tremble forth ; 
There, there, they shine ! how beautiful, how pure, 
In ether's calm ! white finger-posts that point 
To thee, Elysium ! fretted silver gates 
Opening from outer worlds, blest seats, to ye ! 
How the soul leapeth up, to feel, to think, 
'Tis no vain dream, but haply precious truth, 
That God has hung yon Pleiad orbs on high, 
Poised in the depths of his grand universe, 
To guard and light thee, blessed Eden-home ! 
How should those stars attract and charm us here, 
Beyond all others ! ancient, hallowed lights ! 
Their office how transcendent, how august ! 
I view their tranquil beauty with strong love, 
And passionate longing, and heaven-lifting awe. 
Those stars seem distant Pisgahs looking o'er 
God's happy promised Eden, reached not yet ; 
We see their shining tops, shall pass them soon. 



56 THE IMMORTALS. 

To push this clay aside — why fear ? why shrink ? 
Then shall we mount, like flying thought, and haste 
Up yon bright beams — the very beams that join, 
With silvery bridges, our small world to them. 
scene beyond ! no pen of fire can paint ! 
Dear paradise that fill'st our longing dreams ! 
Rest to the weary, balm-land to the soul, 
Home of sweet meetings to long-severed hearts ! 
All soul can do while darkly journeying here, 
Is still to pray, to hope, to sigh for thee. 



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THE IMMORTALS; 

OB, 

GLIMPSES OF PARADISE. 



BOOK IV. 



• Crime shadows earth, and crime with hideous front 

May walk some worlds that hang most loyelily, 

Crowned with a glory, in the virgin sky, 

As nought impure could stain their radiant orbs. 

Virtue and vice must hold divided reign, 

And smiles and tears must chequer mortal lots, 

Till the weird ringers of eternity 

Sound out a knell — the knell of perished Time. 

Justice exclaims, with stern, impartial voice, 
Be there a sphere of bliss, there too must gloom 
A place of woe for spirits steeped in guilt — 
Some dolorous, dim, and melancholy land, 



58 THE IMMORTALS. 

Where Falsehood, Cruelty, and ruthless Hate, 
Impiety, and Murder, shall sit down, 
And wail in vain, and feel the gnawing tooth 
Of keen remorse that ever eats their hearts ; 
And weep, if spirits weep, hot tears in vain, 
And stretch their hands to Mercy far away, 
And curse the universe that goodness made, 
And curse their dreary immortality. 

What varied pictures ancient scholiasts draw 
Of suffering souls, and that dark realm of pain ! 
Some threaten penal fire — ethereal fire ; 
Not earth's gross element, for this could ne'er 
Touch the fine spirit, which can glide thro' flame, 
Live on the surface of the torrid sun, 
And play with red-tongued lightning. Some would 

place 
Spirits within sealed caverns of the world, 
And bind them for eternity in chains, 
Not knowing their quick essence can pervade 
Material things, and, unresisted, pass 
Through the dull matter that might hedge them in. 
Some have deemed fleshly tortures, such as work 
Our living substance agony, will prove 



BEYOND THE WORLDS. 59 

The lot of the condemned in outer gloom ; 
As if the screw, the rack, could pierce with pain 
The subtile, airy spirit. Mind, 'tis mind ! 
There lies the sorrow of the dark undone, 
There is the seat of pangs unspeakable ; 
Mind is the rack, fire, torture — mind is hell. 

But where, oh, where may this sad region be ? 
Is it, as some have thought, around, above, 
In the deep, beautiful, and tranquil sky, 
Where walk the worlds in majesty, and float 
The gold-wing' d angels ? — What ! shall joy be near 
Suffering and anguish ? must the blest still pass 
Among the wretched, and behold their pangs, 
Until they sorrow with the sorrowful, 
And learn to weep amid their blessedness ? 
Nay, ether's world-gemm'd region is not hell ; 
'Tis all too calmly radiant, all too pure 
For black impurity, too brightly full 
Of sanctity for fallen, guilty souls, 
And breathes, through all its holy, spangled depths, 
Too much of loveliness, too much of God. 

Then where that ebon- shored and doleful realm ? 



60 THE IMMORTALS. 

No answer comes ; we only dare to dream 
A God hath placed it far in outer depths, 
Far from the beauty of glad-peopled worlds, 
That no black shadow from those gulfs may fall 
Across the eternal summer of the sky ; 
No wail may reach to mar the music sweet 
Of silver- chiming spheres and angel harps. 
A realm, methinks, where utter darkness reigns, 
Save when across the abyss wan gleams are cast 
From the far worlds of cheerfulness and life, 
And serve by edging faint the sable gloom, 
To heighten desolation, and to throw 
A deeper horror over horror's shades. 

Heaven thus a barrier sets between bright worlds 
And the sad dwellers of those drear domains ; 
And save the first created, mightier souls, 
Who fell from glory, and have power to range 
Star-sprinkled space, none pass the appointed bound. 
They gaze across the gulf, and faintly see 
The worlds of light with choicest blessings crowned ; 
They know what scenes of passing beauty grace 
The favoured, sunny planets, once their home ; 
How life goes on, and hope and love smile there ; 



THE MEETING OF THE IMMORTALS. 61 

Hope that must never cheer those dark abodes, 

Love that hath turned to fierce and fiery hate. 

Then oft they mark angelic beings sweep 

Far azure fields, on heaven's high missions bent ; 

And they will watch them on their sparkling paths, 

Winging tow'rd suns and beauteous planet-worlds, 

Or rising gorgeous, like rich spires of light, 

Up to the Central Paradise of God. 

Thus gazing, sighing, reft of Mercy's smile, 

Each pierced by torturing thoughts of vanished joy, 

They battle with eternity and woe, 

Yet heaven across the gulf still, still in view — 

And this is mind's sharp suffering, spirit's hell. 

But drop the veil, nor further seek to know ; 

Pray rather, curious mortal, that thy soul, 

Saved by Heaven's love and mercy, ne'er may find 

That country's mournful shore ; but, pardon'd, pass 

Death's sable flood to light, and peace, and joy. 



A gathering of the Immortals. One vast course, 
Since launched upon their bright, harmonious way, 
The suns and planets had achieved in space, 
Bound the grand sun of suns — the Central World ;( 9 ) 
To celebrate this mighty finished year 



62 THE IMMORTALS. 

Of God's great universe, the angels came : 

They, the created, came to voice the praise 

Of Him the Uncreate, Unborn, Unmade, 

From whom all sprang, in whom all centering live, 

Who, lord of matter, walketh on the stars, 

As they were steps — high steps of ruby fire, 

Piled up the infinite to glory's throne. 

From pathless depths far-journeying myriads flew ; 
From gorgeous constellations, where their eyes 
Had peered into the beautiful and strange, 
Spirits of knowledge gathered. Fields of life, 
Burning in orbs that edge the Milky- Way, 
Like drops of gold on Nature's flowing robe, 
Sent guardian- angels in long glittering troops. 
Seraphs of love were hurrying on the wing, 
Their eyes all softness, and their hearts all flame ; 
And grand Archangels, with their tranquil brows, 
Moved, like new gods, among the humbler host — 
Moved to the scene in radiance of their own, 
Awful in dignity, as great in power, 
Thoughtful vicegerents of Omnipotence. 

mighty concourse unconceived by clay ! 




THE MEETING OF THE IMMORTALS. 63 



Assemblage of the dazzling, holy, pure ! 
The universe of matter, dim, how dim, 
To the proud universe of deathless mind ! 
No earthly image might set forth that scene 
Of matchless splendour, blinding loveliness. 
Number beyond all number, mocking thought ! 
The twilight mass of rustling forest-leaves 
That shade a continent ; the sands that heap 
Earth's ocean-shores, all counted into grains ; 
These were as nought to that immense array 
Met there in flashing glory. Angels crowned 
With pristine power and virtue, foremost stood, 
They who first sprang from nothingness to life, 
Ne'er humbled by communion with our dust. 
And myriads, shining myriads, grouped afar, 
Some proudly thoughtful, others gently fair, 
Some veiling radiance, some so purely bright, 
They seemed but fashioned of white, burning beams. 
Line followed line, on circle circle rose, 
Far as the eye could sweep the space around, 
Far as the eye could plunge in depths below, 
Far as the eye might pierce the blue above. 

Great mass of Spirit-essence ! boundless sea 



64 THE IMMORTALS. 

Heaving with life, and foamed with restless wings, 

Sweeping and melting in the infinite ! 

As sunset paves our ocean-tracts with gold, 

A soft, red splendour lay upon that floor 

Of outspread wings, and as they moved they flashed, 

With every quiver, glories more intense. 

Oh ! thinking, yearning, loving throng of souls ! 

And each undying bosom, in itself, 

A heaven of aspiration, hope, and joy ! 

Dust may not syllable the mighty hymn 
That swelled from harps and voices of the blest. 
They sang the wonders of creative power, 
When God from gulfs of darkness called each sun, 
And bade light permeate all the veins of space. 
They sang His love and mercy that went forth, 
Like rivers to refresh the thirsting worlds ; 
That summoned them to consciousness and bliss — 
Sparks from the fire of His divinity ; 
The love that fills the globes with joyous life, 
And clothes the sides of every wandering orb 
With flowers, sweet Nature's garments. Love that turns 
Hot vengeance from the worlds where mortals err, 
And sheds down blessings thick as morning dew ; 



THE MEETING OF THE IMMORTALS. 65- 

That giveth life to take it never more, 
Dowering each soul with wealth of endless daysy 
And crowning Virtue with a fadeless wreath, 
Twined by the fingers of immortal joy. — 
" For this," they cried, " beyond e'en power's display,' 
Thou great Triune ! let all Creation lift 
Its Yoice in gratitude, and hymn thy praise ! 
Sound it around this wide, wide Eden-home ! 
Sound it in each vast sun, in each small orb ! 
Sound it throughout the fields of luminous space ! 
Through the unstarr'd abysses, to the verge 
Of sorrow's hopeless, melancholy land !" 

It closed — that strain of choiring cherubim, 
But still the notes swept floating through the blue,, 
For quiverings e'en of feeble song on earth 
Cease not, though mortals may believe they cease, 
Thrilling deep space for ever. ( 10 ) That wide surge 
Of heavenly music reached the neighbouring globes, 
And their huge sides threw off vibrations soft : 
It passed Orion, murmuring through his belt, 
And lingered 'round Arcturus — brilliant world ! 
And made his caverns vocal. Angels crossing 
The pearl-orbed Milky Way, that sweet wave met, 
And with acute perception drank the notes. 



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The fiend, emerging from the gloom, which spread 
Blackening behind the farthest bank of stars, 
Checked by the sounds seraphic, hung awhile 
Floating on stirless wing. The music woke 
Dreams of a sinless past, of peace and bliss, 
And through that hope-abandoned, blasted soul, 
Shot arrows of keen torture. 



Swiftly flies 
The thought-wing'd light ; so sped the music-waves, 
Till passing Saturn and enchanted Jove, 
They quivered on our world. In many a vale, 
Purple with flowers, on many a mountain-top 
Kissed by the musky lips of wandering winds, 
Angels, still bound to earth, that music heard : 
Nought reached man's ear, but spirit's subtile sense 
Caught every liquid sound and holy word. 
They knew the aerial chant, the silvery tones 
Which only lyres of seraphim could pour, 
And, glowing with strong sympathy, they stood 
Listening on tiptoe, shining arms outspread, 
Their radiant faces tow'rd that distant world 
Whence flowed the strains of sweetness, and their lips 
Warbling in answer, on the rosy air, 
The last linked words of that celestial song. 



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THE IMMORTALS; 

OK, 

GLIMPSES OF PAKADISE, 



BOOK V. 



While through the depths that heavenly music floats, 
And the angelic crowds leave Eden-land, 
Powers, guardian-angels, governors of suns, 
Back hastening to the countless, distant worlds, 
We fain, with hesitating hand, would trace 
On poor humanity's dim, fleeting page, 
Some attributes of Him who fashioned each 
Immortal form, that glorious home of souls, 
Whatever lives, and feels, exults, and thinks— 
Great Architect of worlds, and lord of mind, 
Walking the skies, Proprietor of all. 

Thou who from, the cloud-topped pyramid 
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68 THE IMMORTALS. 

Of lapsed eternity, look'st down on time 
Sweeping its restless ages, our long past, 
And our dark future's closely-curtained night, 
To Thee one present ! — Conqueror of space ! 
Unseen but felt thro' wide Creation's bounds ; 
On earth, and in yon distant pallid star, 
At the same moment ; moving mighty globes, 
While passing gentle and harmonious laws, 
By which the dew-drop rounds in Morning's eye ; 
Listening the chant of angels swelling forth, 
Music that fills the immensity of heaven, 
Yet hearing, in thy mercy, whispered prayer 
From Virtue in her mud- walled cottage here — 
awful, yet benign, eternal King ! 
How can weak clay on earth's low platform placed, 
The soul within its crumbling house of flesh, 
Look up to Thee, and dimly hope to know 
Thy hallowed nature, and high government ? 
What is our strength but frailty ? what our years 
But dew-beads sparkling on life's morning grass, 
Only for time's hot sun to drink them up ? 
We soar, we hope, but conscious that the whole 
Of Adam's race, and countless crowds that live 
In yon star- systems powdering space with worlds, 



A SHADOW OF THE SUPREME. 69 

Are in Thine eyes but as the insect-groups 

That chirp in Summer's field. Yet, lord of Heaven ! 

Thy mercy equals thine omnipotence, 

Thy love bright-crowning both, or this poor dust 

Dared not to lisp the glories of Thy name, 

Or wing a thought up such stupendous height, 

To reach the footstool of thy majesty. 



Eternity of being ! how the soul 
Staggers beneath the Atlantean load 
Of that o'erwhelming vision ? — Prison'd here, 
We strive in vain to grasp the limitless, 
And from our ark of life send dreams abroad, 
Like seeking doves, across the flood of years — 
Seeking the olive-branch of deluged truth. 
Eeason can pierce not the Cimmerian gloom, 
Palling the dark beginning of our globe, 
How shall she then, torch-lighted, comprehend 
That which did ne'er begin? Thought, searching 

Thought ! 
The brute knows not, but angels share with man ; 
Thought passes reason in her power of flight ; 
We hail her as a swift, transcendent thing, 
And now we send her, on strong eagle-plume, 



70 THE IMMORTALS. 

Back o'er the gulf of great durations past, 
To reach, if Thought can reach, the shadowy eld 
Beyond the birth of time, when God alone 
Looked out on shoreless space, and spake the word 
In thunder — " I exist !" 

Thought, fire-wing'd, flies, 
Light's speed but tardy to her rushing course : 
She hovers o'er the world, when chaos hushed 
Its storms to calm, and Beauty's morning broke, 
And man, new-formed, walked Eden's blissful shades,. 
Eve an embodied sunbeam at his side. 
She trembles through the depths of epochs gone, 
Periods we dare not mete ; when brutes immense 
Roamed, the sole lords of forest-belted earth, 
And the long mountain-ranges, towering now, 
Were built by insects labouring in the sea ; 
And continents — ay, every clod we tread 
Was animate in turn with wondrous life. 
Then Deity looked on, and calmly watched 
The slow progression of Creation's wheels, 
Rolling adown thy road, Eternity ! 

Again Thought starts upon her backward path ; 



A SHADOW OF THE SUPREME. 71 

Beneath her spreads an incandescent world ; 
Fearful the scene, yet Nature's God is there, 
And binds the terror by unerring laws. — 
Thought, still untired, doth urge her wondering way ; 
She sees the earth, as sages well believe, 
Diffused in primal elements through space ;* 
A vapour unillumed, unformed, inert, 
Ere the Almighty moved those waiting mists, 
Breathed through their volume quick attraction's life, 
And orbed the sun, and framed its beauteous train 
Of lighted and life-bearing planet-spheres. 

Can the winged, heavenly sorceress deeper pierce 
The abysses of the darkling, awful past ? 
Feeble, and trembling, and exhausted now, 

* The Mosaic cosmogony will harmonise with all that science 
intimates, as regards the immense antiquity of our planet, if we 
admit, as most divines now admit, that the first verse in Genesis 
allows an indefinite period to elapse between the beginning of all 
things, and the last re-moulding and beautifying of the earth, 
after those convulsions which preceded the human period. The 
Almighty's fiat could have produced, of course, every orb at 
once in perfect and finished beauty, but the geological history of 
our own globe plainly indicates that here, at least, He has been 
pleased to advance Nature to beauty and order slowly, step by step. 



72 THE IMMORTALS. 

She looks abroad, and, in the infinite, 

Beholds no lamp of light, no forming star, 

For e'en Orion, ancient son of heaven, 

And mighty Sirius, have not yet begun 

To sound their chimings to the stately march 

Of Time, the pilgrim-giant. — One more sweep, 

She sees a column of bright angels flash, 

At God's high word, to life and loveliness, 

And hears the rush of quick-expanding wings, 

And hears their new-raised voices ring through heaven. 

Still backward, and no angels cheer the void ; 

Silence, with blind Duration, darkly walks 

The interminable, lifeless waste of sky ; 

And yet not lifeless, Thou, God ! art there, 

Pervading all those worldless, ether-gulfs, 

With secret power, and self-existent Mind, 

And edging the wide wilderness of dark, 

"With uncreated, everlasting light. 

Thus God's great Being goes for ever back, 
Dateless, eterne, unborn, and underived, 
Filling the depths e'en Thought must fail to plumb ; 
Depths on the brink of which poor Wisdom faints, 
And bows her head, and in despair expires. 



A SHADOW OF THE SUPREME. 73 

Omnipotence — 'tis Deity alone 
Wields this great attribute. An angel's arm, 
Though hurling lightning ; Satan's hellish might, 
Though threatening worlds with ruin, are most frail, 
Beside a power that, awful and unshared, 
Admits no limit. Who shall image forth 
The shadow of this substance ? catch one beam 
Of this bright sun of all-compelling fire ? 
Create — annihilate — what wonder there ! 
It passeth clay to grasp the mighty thought. 
A whisper thrills the void — " Arise and shine !" 
And worlds of light and glory sparkle out, 
And hang stupendous in the embracing air ; 
Worlds passing changes thro' a million years, 
Till forests, flowers, and living creatures, spring 
In beauty from dead dust, obeying laws 
That down the ages ceaseless music make. 
O soul-astounding power of Nature's lord ! 
Whose look lights up the dazzle of the sun, 
Who reins the comet's wild fire-harness'd steeds, 
Who guides each circling star, and in his hand 
Holds the huge Nebulas in outer space, 
Yet stoopeth to regard frail dying man — 
Stoopeth to paint the lily of the field, 



74 THE IMMORTALS. 

And stretch his arm of kind protecting care 
O'er the small, happy glowworm of the night. 

All this o'erwhelms the finite, wondering mind, 
And musing, proud Philosophy is dumb ; 
But doubt not, though weak reason, staggering, reels ; 
Did not such power exist, man ne'er had breathed, 
No light had rained white beauty down the sky ; 
Creation's chords would pour no dulcet notes ; 
Space had no wandering spirits ; no grand worlds 
Would sweep, with seas and mountains, 'round the sun, 
But ancient Night had held eternal reign. 

Omnipotence ! behold the earth we tread, 
Mighty to us — to Thee a puny thing 
Thy finger could arrest, thy breath blot out 
From Glory's golden writing of the sky ! 
Protect it — guide it on its solar road ! 
Swathe it, Creation's babe, in fairest robes ! 
'Tis all unworthy thy peculiar love, 
Yet bless it with thy brightest mercy-smile, 
Through the far waiting ages, yet to sweep, 
And billow o'er its beauty. — Father ! God ! 
Kegard us lowly creatures of its dust — 






A SHADOW OF THE SUPREME. 75 

Lowly, yet shrining a mysterious fire, 

More durable than that whose brilliance streams 

From flame-encircled suns ; the last may fade 

To cold dead ashes, as hoar, darkening Time 

Breathes winter through creation, but the soul, 

The spirit-essence, brightening, drinketh still 

Beams from the uncreated fount of beams, 

Dews from the morning of eternity, 

That still is morn, and never climbs to day, 

Nor fears the shadow of a coming Eve. 

Omnipotence ! blest power to mercy linked, 
The pillar of the resting universe ! 
Oh ! what a solace to frail human hearts, 
To turn from weakness, and repose on Thee ! 
To know, when stricken down by vaunting death, 
Thine arm of might can lift the spirit up, 
Unwrecked amid the wreck of crushing years ; 
Can gather, too, the fragments of the frame, 
Though all dissolved, and mingled with the sod, 
Or scattered to the vagrant winds of heaven ; 
Joining once more, to that remoulded clay, 
The undying, thinking, memoried, blissful soul. 



76 THE IMMORTALS. 

Can God be every where ? the doubter cries ; 
And as he views the rock-ribbed, ancient hills, 
And travels with his eye the boundless heavens, 
Silent as death through all their gulfs of blue, 
He marketh nothing palpable to sense, 
That speaks the mighty Ruler's presence there. 
Does God then fill these seeming empty depths, 
This dumb infinitude ? — he knows not how 
A Being, though a spirit, can be here, 
And in yon planet at the self-same hour, 
Dividing thus the great eternal Mind, 
And yet nor spent, nor weakened. Say, proud sage, 
Dwell there not mysteries in the solid earth, 
The dire volcano, the electric flash, 
The ambient air, the palpitating sea, 
And every painted flower that decks the Spring, 
Thy reason cannot solve ? then wherefore doubt ? 
Why disbelieve because frail, darkened soul 
Can grasp not this exalted, wondrous truth — 
God's ceaseless presence in his countless worlds ? 
Let Deity forsake our smiling globe, 
Guiding no more Creation's rushing wheels, 
Those wheels would stop, and Beauty ne'er again 
Bare her white bosom to the universe : 



A SHADOW OF THE SUPREME. / 

Melodious Order would unstring her lyre ; 
While Buin, with a loose, ungoverned rein, 
Would lash his steeds, and drive his iron car, 
Mid desolated worlds, till Chaos sat 
Lord of infinitude, and not a God. 

Mortal ! survey yon sun — consider well 
Its strong attractive power diffused through space y 
Unseen, yet every where, pervading globes, 
Drawing, supporting, and controlling all — 
Behold resemblance here, though weak and faint, 
To God's great presence, like an influence, spread 
Through all the realms of matter and of life — 
A searching presence nothing can escape, 
Filling high heaven, while reaching humble earth, 
Voiced by the thunder, whispered by the breeze, 
Glassed on the ocean, and impressed on flowers ; 
In widest spaces, and in narrowest homes, 
Amidst the angels in far, dazzling depths — 
Cathedrals of the ancient, holy sky — 
And in the dungeon where no sun can shine, 
And Woe her galling fetters bathes with tears. 

The grateful Seasons, in their varied round, 



78 THE IMMORTALS. 

Proclaim in music some supporting power 

Presiding o'er their changes. Doth not Spring 

Don her green forest-robes, and on her hair 

Mount her bright diadem of jewel-flowers, 

And walk rejoicing the dew'd mountain-tops, 

Because Divinity's reviving smile 

Is glowing on the world ? — Warm Summer faints, 

But all her rills in coolest crystal run, 

And all her woods their gayest livery wear, 

And all her birds sing happy jubilee, 

As conscious God is near to bless his works. 

Bland Autumn, with her bounteous, mellow store, 

Sits on the russet steep, and joyous shakes 

Her tresses o'er the plains of ripened gold, 

And, with a rich-voiced eloquence, attests 

The Giver of all good is present there. 

E'en Winter, with his gelid, torpid streams, 

And feathery snows that cloak the shivering waste, 

Each tree a skeleton, gay flowers in dust, 

Cries, God alone could plan such happy rest 

For worn Creation's heart, His tireless care, 

And fostering spirit, watching all the scene. 

Wide Nature too, through all her conscious bounds, 






A SHADOW OF THE SUPKEME. 79 

Thrilling, exultant, weareth for her God 

Aspects sublime, or brightly beautiful. 

It is not fancy that proud Ocean spreads 

Its azure bosom to the bending sky, 

And sounds its trumpet of hoarse-booming waves, 

Its everlasting trumpet blown by storms, 

In praise of its Creator — fruitless praise, 

If that pervading Spirit were not near, 

Nor heeded its resounding, billowy hymn, 

Nor gazed, well-pleased, upon its mighty face. 

The valley, like a dimple, laughs on earth, 

Or, stealing out from shadow, coyly opes 

Its many- coloured mantle to the sun — 

Mantle wove deftly by the cunning hand 

Of Nature, sweet embroiderer, all inlaid 

With golden flowers, and edged with silver rills. 

The living forest clothes the mountain's slope, 

Crowns the rough crag with beauty, and makes green 

The horror of the dizzy precipice — 

These put on loveliness, and solemn pomp, 

Beneath the wide-beholding eye of God. 

Eiver, and rill, bright lake, and heathy steep, 

Reflect the smiles He sheds upon our world ; 

And if Divinity can draw a joy, 



80 THE IMMORTALS. 

And angels joy, from such enchanting scenes, 
Shall He not bless them still, and still be there ? 

When sunset, with warm waves of glory, floods 
The Western ridges, and darts scarlet lines 
From a hot centre, out on every side, 
And, beautifully artful, hangs with fringe, 
Torridly brilliant, every nearer cloud, 
And every far one tips with orange light, 
And turns the greenest groves, the bluest streams, 
To waving amber, and to running flame, 
Earth, heaven, the while, one blended, grand display 
Of indescribable and crimson pomp ; 
None but a God from light's pure fount could call 
Such hues of wondrous splendour — hues that spread 
For Nature's lord their gorgeous paradise ; 
And all the West seems conscious, with its wealth 
Of opals, rubies, and its melted gold, 
That Deity, though present in all worlds, 
Now, with peculiar glory, walks our own. 

But wait Night's solemn coming ; mark yon dome, 
To human vision built above our globe, 
Adorned with chequer-work of palest gems ; 



A SHADOW OF THE SUPREME. 81 

There science sees one boundless field of life, 

Of glowing matter, and of active mind. 

Do not yon moving, multitudinous hosts, 

Like seraphs with their harps, whose strings are fire, 

Pour thro' the liquid calm a holy hymn 

To Deity who treads the azure paths, 

Around them and among them ? — Eeel they not, 

In all their luminous and wide- spread choir, 

A rapture at His presence, lighting up 

Their lamps of silver, quenchless, soft and pure, 

To grace the hallowed festival of Him, 

The eternal Bridegroom of the Universe ? 

Whose glory, flashing through the skyey halls, 

Illumes, and is reflected from their brows, 

Himself ubiquity, Himself their life, 

Himself distinct, yet every where diffused, 

Ruling their spangled legions evermore. 



The closing Attribute that lifteth high, 
And crowns with splendor e'en Divinity, 
Amid whose rays all others shrink and pale, 
As stars, though still existent, flee before 
The bright, ascending sun ; an attribute 



82 THE IMMORTALS. 

That yields to earth all blessings earth can crave, 

And smiles on all existence in all worlds, 

But chiefly pours warm showers of mercy down 

On that waste wilderness — the heart of man ; 

This Attribute — this holy, issuing fire, 

"Which burns, but ne'er consumes, is boundless love ! 

There are who, narrow'd by a narrow creed, 
View all things through a cloud of sullen gloom, 
Till beauty grows deformity, and light 
Seems darkness to their mental jaundiced eye. 
Mistaking Heaven's high Eecord breathing hope, 
And Christ's pure, gentle teachings full of love, 
They image God a stern, remorseless king, 
Who, frowning on the universe He made, 
Permitteth evil to prevail o'er good. — 
Come, pale-eyed trembler ! who dost shrink and 

mourn, 
Deeming it true philosophy to sigh ; 
come, and ponder well God's beauteous works, 
Love's emanations, and reflecting full 
The Eternal Mind in their unerring glass — 
And say if thou canst read, imprinted there 
Terror, and wrath, and dire austerity ; 



A SHADOW OF THE SUPREME. 83 

And say if man must bend in abject dread, 
Weave 'round his spirit, like the reptile worm, 
A web of torpid gloom, and hug despair. 

A Summer landscape — 'mid the hush of noon 
Sunshine is clothing, with a vest of beams, 
Listless, reposing Nature ; quiet's spell 
Soothes her great heart, as though it scarcely beat, 
Full of luxurious, dreamy happiness. 
Deepening that quiet, softest rustlings float 
From the near forest's dark-green, twinkling leaves ; 
You hear the drip of rills that slide and play 
From stone to stone, adown the mountain's side, 
Scattering themselves in foam through very joy, 
And eager haste to reach the glen below, 
To kiss the waiting flowers ; while sleepy birds 
Low chirp in shady coverts, and the bees 
Hum slumbrous music-language, as they drowse 
From flower to flower, and sip their nectar-wine. 
Nature, all living things, seem wed to bliss, 
Half fainting with the happiness they feel : 
And e'en the clouds that whitely fleck the blue, 
Linger, entranced and calm, above the hills., 
As if they shared the general peace and joy. 
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84 THE IMMORTALS. 

'Tis here conviction presses on the soul 
That no malignant, no stern, cruel power 
Doth sway the jewelled sceptre of the world; 
But earth and heaven, through all their width and depth, 
Cry with a trumpet-voice, high-raised and sweet, 
That God is love, surveys His works in love, 
He the one mighty circle drawn 'round all, 
And that one circle strong-embracing love. 

No scene, no creature, spite of partial ill, 
But shares the great Creator's wide-spread smile : 
E'en deserts have their riches in the well, 
The camel and the palm ; volcanoes' sides 
Are decked with flowers, and purple with the grape ; 
The South holds luxury's horn ; the North can yield 
A wild, rough pleasure to its shivering tribes ; 
The Aurora lights them, and the rein-deer sweeps, 
Wafting them like swift spirits. All that man 
Can well desire, he grasps on this rich globe ; 
All he deems good and fair, kind Heaven supplies, 
And e'en for his diseases Art can find 
A cure provided in the strengthening spring, 
Or generous, healing plant. The wildest beast, 
The timid bird, the insect, and the worm, 



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A SHADOW OF THE SUPREME. 85 

The finny darter of the watery depths — 
Each is provision'd, guarded, each enjoys, 
Through bounteous providence, its gift of life — 
Is this an angry monarch's vengeful plan, 
Breathing a blast of evil 'round the world ? 
Or kindness of a God who rules in love ? 

Man from his birth-hour yields unceasing proof 
Of heaven's benevolence, and watchful care ; 
Ay, every portion of his wondrous frame, 
The agile limb, the fine-drawn, mystic nerve, 
Each sense conveying to the prisoned mind 
The outer glory of material things — 
Fair shape, sweet sounds, the countless hues of flowers, 
And the rich changing world of woven light, 
With all the pictures of magnificence, 
The grand, the lovely, painted on the brain ; 
These, like a holy chant of being, rise, 
Whose burden is God's love — a love that framed 
A mortal creature wonderful as man. 

What guards the infant in its helpless hour, 
That frailest blossom on the tree of life ? 
What yieldeth strength to manhood, that his arm 



86 THE IMMOTITALS. 

May garner in the fruits of affluent earth, 
And shield the beings dear unto his heart ? 
And, oh, when age makes frail the stalwart limb, 
Dropping its snows upon the stooping head, 
What cheers the sinking sense, and sheddeth light 
Deep in the soul as dimmer grows the sun, 
Breathing meek resignation's hallowed calm ? 
'Tis God's supporting, never-failing love. 
Like a soft balmy wind, or fruitful rain, 
Designed for all, His bounty gladdens earth. 
On every side is love — each height, each depth, 
From grand archangels to weak, dying man, 
From man to motes that sport in Summer's beam, 
His mighty love o'ershadows, blesses all. 
E'en pains and woes afflict us, but to wean 
The heart too fondly clinging to the world ; 
And death we shrink from, as a cruel law, 
Ending all pleasure, is by love designed 
The bridge to pass our spirits o'er the flood, 
The tossing flood of stormy, changeful time ; 
The opening door to let out waiting soul, 
So she may issue from close darkness here, 
To walk the sunny paradise of God. 






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OR, 

GLIMPSES OF PARADISE. 



BOOK VI. 



Of all the forms of loveliness that move 
Beside the streams of life, or wreathe their hair 
With amaranths blooming in Elysian vales, 
No spirit equals in pure, touching grace, 
The soft-eyed angel, Mercy. Where on earth 
Might searcher find 'mid all that charms our gaze, 
Aught so enchanting, bright, and beautiful, 
As that ethereal and love-beaming face ? 
Aught throning mind like that high, pensive brow ? 
Aught full of pathos as those yearning eyes, 
That turn from dazzling joy to seek distress, 
And weep for others' woe ? — Her parted lips, 
Her very wings, while resting by her side, 



88 THE IMMORTALS. 

Though silent, seem to breathe heart-language sweet. 

And tremble with deep feeling. Like that tree, 

Low stooping in our world, when feet approach,* 

She bends all sensitive at Sorrow's step ; 

And sighs will shake her nature, as the wind 

Doth rock the aspen's cradle of thick leaves : 

Yet Mercy is not sad, but flushed with hope ; 

Pillowed on lofty trust, she feels a joy 

E'en in her seeming grief, and stands in heaven 

The beautiful, the courted, and the loved, 

A sunny iris round her golden head. 

And what bright Mercy's office ? through the worlds 
She speeds at large, and bears heaven's gifts of love ; 
To God, though merciful, she still would plead, 
That crime may pardon find. She stoops and weeps 
Above the two-edged sword that Justice draws, 
And prays it may not fall. 'Tis hers to fly 
From system unto system, race to race, 
Seeking where darkness, wrong, and misery dwell, 
Mourning for suffering, melting over woe, 
Then, graving on her heart, as some blest page, 

* A species of Mimosa found in Arabia. 






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The gentler history of humanity, 

She bears the touching record back to heaven, 

Drawing from eyes celestial pitying tears. 

'Twas now her task to visit a small star 
Hung near its sun, far down the Milky-Way — 
An humble world, and lost to common gaze, 
Among the loftier systems, mightier globes, 
That crowd life-teeming space ; a little sphere, 
That, like a fire-fly, humm'd its shining course 
Amidst the gorgeous woods of countless worlds ; 
Great to the boastful beings it contained, 
But Oh, a speck of dust upon the robe 
Of vast Creation — dust if swept away, 
No heaven-wide gazer would its absence mark : 
A world, though seeming old, of briefest date 
Beside the Pleiad glories, or the globes 
Circling gigantic Sirius ; yet a world 
Favoured of God — a spot most bright and fair, 
A blooming garden in the waste of sky, 
The choicest flower in Nature's varied wreath — 
A land where centering met all beauty, grace, 
All the sublimities and forms of life, 
Scattered through other spheres ; as if a lens 



90 THE IMMORTALS. 

The Spirit of Creation o'er it held, 

Gathering each matchless feature, burning, there. 

It was a world where angels, gliding down 
The skyey r<5ad, oft loved to light and rest ; 
For streams more purely ran, and valleys spread 
With richer verdure, in that distant globe. 
Who loveth God, loves all His beauteous works ; 
For what is beauty on wide Nature stamp'd, 
But well-pleased Deity's embodied smile ? 
So angels gloried in that favoured Earth, 
And only marvelled Man was dull and blind ; 
That he, begirt by choicest sights and sounds, 
And cheered by hopes of immortality, 
Went sighing o'er its surface. Mole-like man ! 
Closing his eyes on truth's broad- shining sun, 
And burrowing under ground in error's dark, 
The outer universe, the spirit- sphere, 
All unregarded, nothing to his soul. 
Oh, well might Mercy long to visit Earth ! 
Well might her pitying spirit mourn to see 
Those canker spots on Being's lovely flower, 
And ask to sweep them out ! her soul would dwell 
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THE ANGEL OF MERCY. 91 

Soothe where she could not heal, and pray a God 
To banish ill's dark train from world so fair. 

The sun wheeled near the horizon's glimmering brim, 
Not lifting yet his forehead hot and flushed, 
To shine down India's valley, when, beam-crowned, 
Mercy alighted on high Himmaleh. 
The lofty mount she trod was fluttering soft 
With Morning's rosy fire, but still its feet 
Lay in thick shadow, like a dying saint, 
Half lingering in the world, and half in heaven. 

The Angel gazed, and as she gazed, what change 
Flashed upon Nature ! — Up the Day-god sprang, 
And wide Creation, startled by his eye, 
Flung off her leaden slumbers. Every hill 
Arose rejoicing, like a tower of beams, 
And every tree, where waking birds piped out, 
Seemed as a lyre soft-touched by harpist Morn, 
Kinging with fairy music ; white cascades, 
Leaping from gloom, like happy captives freed, 
Answered amid their wild and foamy joy, 
Bass to the silver treble of the rills. 
A living freshness breathed from out the lips 



92 THE IMMOBTALS. 

Of ancient Earth, and steeped the crystal sky ; 
As if great Nature's youth, with opening light, 
Came back once more in tender gloriousness, 
Giving to all things grandeur's, beauty's spell, 
Embracing all things in its glowing arms. 

From Northern hills the angel glided South, 
Then floated thoughtfully on winnowing wings. 
Oh ! what a land of wonders charmed her gaze, 
Her keen eye gathering all the landscape in, 
From tree'd Cabool to Coromandel's shore ! 
She traced that mighty king of worshipped waves, 
Ganges that proudly trails his tawny length, 
Watering a continent of palms and flowers. 
She saw the Brahmin 'neath that holy tree, 
The wide-spread Banian by Nerbudda's tide, 
Musing, as mused his sires ere Christ was born. 
She saw the twilight woods that Eastward sweep — 
Forests unpruned since Earth was clad in green, 
Where roamed the elephant, the lord of brutes, 
Lacking but reason's force to equal man. 
She tracked, with eyes refreshed, the long rich plains 
Of famed Bahar, where Nature from her horn 
Scatters her wealth of flowers, and luscious fruits. 



THE ANGEL OF MERCY. 93 

In many a stream, and sky-pure fount, she saw, 
With piercing vision, grains of richest gold, 
And every precious gem by Beauty prized : 
While oft pagodas towered 'mid cypress groves, 
Their burnished points thrown up, in Morning's beam, 
Like hopes that flash o'er grief. Then swept her eye 
Down the long coast with tufted cocoas fringed, 
Where proud old Ocean, a strong giant, lay 
Guarding this hoary land of ancient fame, 
Sounding an anthem at its royal gates, 
Proclaiming Ind the favourite of the sun, 
Wealth's tiar'd queen, the orient paradise. 

Alas ! this land so sumptuous and so rich, 
'Tis but a dazzling sepulchre of soul, 
Where wisdom, truth, and virtue, corpses lie. 
The sun is radiant in rejoicing heaven, 
But starless midnight black on spirit rests. 
See the grim monster, Superstition, stalk, 
With iron hoof, and glittering, ghastly eye ! 
His foul touch numbs, his pestilential breath 
Withers up sickening soul. Dark age on age, 
His fiery march hath crushed the Hindoo world. 
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Cover with fire her forehead's taintless white, 
And momentary sorrow, with sharp pang, 
Touch her celestial nature. Oh ! to see 
Souls meant to soar, advance in wisdom's walks, 
So sunk, debased, so crime-enthralled and lost, 
Dragging, degraded, error's clanking chains, 
God's image from their natures all erased — 
Wonder and horror thrilled her anguished heart ; 
She could not sigh, or vent her grief in tears, 
But, mounting from the sad and ghastly scene, 
Leant on a silvery cloud, and, arms outstretched, 
Prayed there, as fervid angels only pray, 
That Satan's legions might resign their reign 
O'er prostrate spirits they had swayed so long ; 
That Mind would light her torch, and Truth unscale 
The eyes of Error in this Pagan world ; 
That happiness and virtue might descend, 
And strew sweet flowers where coiled the scorpion, 

crime, 
And richest Ind be poor in soul no more. 

Not ours to trace that angel's varied flight 
O'er Tropic Isles, where man, the savage still, 
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Through wide Cathay,* that strange and wondrous land, 

That garden rich, that busy hive of souls, 

But where black Cruelty digs million graves. 

Many a broad waste, and cloud- topped mountain peak, 

And many a river's blue meandering wave, 

Her wings went silvering o'er. Cashmere's bright lakes, 

And bowers of roses stocked with nightingales, 

Whose ceaseless songs, so mellow, clear, and pure, 

Woke, by their touching sweetness, sweeter thoughts 

Of younger angels' hymns in distant heaven : 

Proud citied Persia, old historic land, 

Where the bald pillars of Persepolis, 

Like spirits naked and most desolate, 

Shivering expectant on the Stygian shore, 

Gleamed whitely in the moon ; these met her gaze ; 

She passed Chaldsea's plain, Power's earliest seat, 

Where rude green mounds, and broken sculptured stones, 

And stunted shrubs which hid the jackal's brood, 

Were all that greedy Desolation showed 

Of earth's primeval cities. Phantoms stalked 

Around the ruined tower which Belus reared, 

By lightnings blasted ; and hyenas prowled 

Where shone the courts of Babylonian Kings. 

* China. 



96 THE IMMORTALS. 

But rivers wandered, affluent as they gushed 
When watering paradise, and Eve beheld, 
In their smooth glass, her new-created face. 
Not now, along their banks, the Angel saw 
Man, beautiful and sinless, walk in peace ; 
Not now fruit-laden trees, and spangled groves, 
And beds of flowers, whose richness mocked the West, 
When Day melts all his clouds to flames and gold ; 
Not now the music of flute-throated birds 
Swelled with rich odours up the balmy sky ; 
But where bloomed Eden, grew the prickly thorn, 
Where Eve looked love, the scaly adder hissed ; 
For music she but heard the bittern's cry, 
So wildly shrill, monotonously sad. 
Ruin and Solitude, with scythe-armed Death, 
Exultant walked the scene once bless'd by God — 
The scene of glory crime had made a grave 
What murmur trembled down the desert air, 
Most gentle, sweet, but full of hopeless grief ? 
'Twas musing Mercy's sad, regretful sigh. 

Steep followed steep, as swift her pinions spurned 
The floating fragrance of Assyrian skies ; 
And now she paused, constrained by some strong spell, 



THE ANGEL OF MERCY. 97 

And gazed from upper air. An ancient land, 
Full of hoar tombs, with holy memories linked, 
Beneath her spread. The scene was solemn, feir, 
Yet breathed intensest sorrow : not a hill, 
A glen, a stream, but told its by-gone tale ; 
And not a ruin garmented with moss, 
But midst its desolation pleading looked, 
And spake as with a trumpet, silver-toned, 
Of mighty seers, of miracles and heaven ; 
Whilepassed like ghosts that still would haunt the spot — 
Ghosts the dark sorcerer-ages failed to lay — 
Religion, Power, and Glory. — Peopled earth ! 
And earth sublime with Andes and with Alps ! 
And beautiful with green Ausonian vales, 
And solemn with old Egypts, crumbling Pomes ! 
Nought canst thou show enthralling fervid hearts, 
Prompting high visions, flooding all the soul 
With sacred sorrow yet with grateful love, 
Leading man's thoughtful nature up to God, 
Like sad, deserted, ruined Palestine ! 

From blasted rocks by Sodom's bitter lake, 
To Bashan's valleys, and the live-green slopes 
Of cedar'd Lebanon, the angel gazed. 



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THE IMMORTALS. 



Though joy and plenty long had fled the land, 
Their foot-prints lingered still in many a vale, 
That woo'd them back with bloomy vines and flowers , 
And would they come no more ? was hope e'en dead ? 
No, like the sun-god, hope had smiled farewell, 
Gone sorrowing down behind the hills of woe, 
But while her broad, grand orb thus veiled its rays, 
Her glimmering twilight lit the mournful scene. 



The Spirit knew, from records kept in heaven, 
The deathless history of each hallowed spot, 
And thrilled while gazing there. Tiberias' lake 
Shone like a streak of sky betwixt the hills : 
Tabor, green-clothed with freshly-rustling woods. 
Looked like a gorgeous emerald set in earth, 
While on its summit birds, surviving man, 
Piped jubilean song. Esdraelon spread, 
Rich with young flowers, her bosom to the sky, 
A bride of beauty that ne'er waxeth old, 
And loved untiring by her bridegroom sun, 
That draws such fragrance from her heart of sweets 
The bees, those busy children of the beam, 
Knowing no rebels in their happy realms, 
Humm'd faintly in the drowsy, luscious noon, 



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Where bloomed, warm Nazareth, thy garden beds ; 
While eagles shrieked their piercing, dolorous notes, 
Along Gilboa's haunted, desert hills, 
Where Saul despaired and died. The angel's eye 
Followed entranced Samaria's verdurous steeps, 
Billowing with trees, and white with cottage homes. 
Charmed she beheld green Shechem's long-drawn vale, 
Noisy with infant rills, that babbled sweet, 
And, babbling, wept through moss their diamond tears ; 
She saw dewed Hermon's tops, and, Eastward far, 
Pouring from urns whose riches never fail, 
Wandering through palms, and reeds, and banks of shade, 
The living genius of the dying land, 
Breathing in every whisper tales of heaven — 
Immortal Jordan — earth's most holy stream. 

Ye lingering glories ! how the musing heart 
Clings to these scenes — religion's hallowed haunts f 
How they seem linked to heaven ! as if blest hands 
Let down a shining ladder from the skies, 
That angels might descend and speak with man. 

But Mercy turned ; she saw the fiery curse 
Stamped on Judsea's hills ; there Grandeur throws, 
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100 THE IMMORTALS. 

Eobed in dark sackcloth, ashes on her head, 

And Power sits sepulchred in voiceless caves, 

With the dead millions in Jehoshaphat. — 

Mourn, Spirit, mourn, for Salem, the uncrowned ! 

The Mother of dead Kings who left no heirs ; 

The mummied corpse of Glory, whose proud soul 

Passed with the flaming Temple from the world. 

City of Solomon ! whose brazen gates, 

And battled turrets, laughed each foe to scorn ; 

Where Sheba's queen, though nursed in luxury's lap 

Fainted for envy of the sumptuous scenes : 

What art thou now ? a city lit alone 

By Memory's star — the present, night, black night. 

A voice from thy deep heart calls low and sad, 

Like a pale widow's wail. Wide ruin sweeps, 

A dull Dead- Sea o'er all thy buried pride. 

Men desecrate thy holy hills ; thy shrine 

Can boast no stone to speak its ancient fame. 

Along thy streets where kings and warriors stalked, 

The Moslem tramples on the crouching Jew, 

Deriding while he loathes him. Would thou wert 

A ruin plaining to the crannying winds, 

Thy walls and towers with mourning ivy hung, 

And owls thine only tenants ! Then the soul 



THE ANGEL OF MERCY. 101 

Might sympathise more truly with thy woes, 
And cling to thee, the desolate of years, 
With an exalted and a hallowed love. 

A hushed, white form, as Evening's shadows fell, 
Bowed upon Zion's hill ; her face was sad ; 
She felt the desolation darkening 'round, 
Black as a funeral pall o'er all the scene. 
Deep pity moved that gentle angel's soul ; 
She veiled her features with her closing wings, 
And bending low, more low, her falling hair 
Hid her clasped hands, and touched the rugged rocks. 
For Salem and her sorrows ; for a land 
Passed to the Pagan ; for the humbled sons 
Of seers, and prophets, and immortal kings, 
Mercy would supplicate offended heaven. 
Eadiant with feeling, beautiful she looked 
To other spirits, met dejected there ; 
They grouped in circles 'round that shining form, 
Like silvery haze which belts a glorious star ; 
And lifting to blue heaven their bluer eyes, 
Their bosoms swelling with a tender grief, 
They mingled lamentations with her own, 
And wept sad tears for Salem's bitter doom. 



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OK, 

GLIMPSES OF PAKADISE. 



BOOK VII. 



Who doth not love the beautiful, the fair ? 
What gazer is not ravished, when Stambool 
First blazes on his sight? Sure Nature curved 
Those beauteous shores for Ocean's lips to kiss, 
Murmuring sea-music 'tween two Continents ; 
Sure Nature formed the headland's purple front, 
And reared behind the theatre of hills, 
With fond design that man should fashion there 
The gem of earthly cities. 

'Tis most sweet 
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Morn's rose-wreathed goddess walks, and flings abroad 

Crowns of dew- pearls for happy fairy heads, 

And, heavenly sower, handfuls of bright beams, 

And, building high her ruby orient arch, 

Looks from beneath it laughing at the West, 

Till the rich sparklings of her smiles illume 

Marm'ra's glassed wave, while all the rocks and hills 

Seem wrought to brilliance by her flashing eyes ; 

Then Mosque's gilt dome, and minaret, gleam out, 

Like gold rough beaten, and the muezzin's call 

To early worship, sweet to faithful ears, 

Swells musically down the glowing air ; 

And breezes from the Euxine waft new life 

And vigour on their wings, and softly bring, 

From flowers imparadising Thracian plains, 

The rich ethereal spirit of perfume ; 

While streamy, wooded dells, that all the night 

Had wept in silence, suddenly lit up 

By joyous beams, forget their tearful grief, 

And sound thro' all their depths with chant of birds. 

The dreamer, too, who calmest beauty love's, 
And the rapt Artist who on colour feeds, 
Will view the scene entranced, when Evening comes, 



104 THE IMMORTALS. 

And by her cunning, magic- masonry, 

Doth tesselate, with burning, crimson ore, 

That narrow severing billow ; then a path 

The smooth wave shines between the poplar'd banks. 

Meet to be trod by Peris' glancing feet. 

The sloping gardens, opening to the sea, 

Bask many-coloured in the sun's farewell. 

The yew and cypress, Nature's mutes, that watch 

The sleeping dead, at solemn Scutari, 

Gleam green and gold, as varied shafts of light 

The archer sun shoots warmly through their depths ; 

And the tall turban'd stones, where mourners weep, 

Resign their ghostly white, and, tipp'd with fire, 

Look burning finger-posts that point from time 

And troubles here, to calm eternal days. 

The Asian hills gaze shadowy from the East, 

Growing for envy momently more pale, 

At the rich splendors mantling Europe's shores, 

Where the bright queen of colour, dropt from heaven, 

Stands in her flaming robes on Haemus' top,* 

And with her dainty brush paints land and sea, 

Till clouds float rubies, rocks glow hot with gold, 

* Mount Hsemus, the modern Balkan. 



THE ANGEL OF MERCY. 105 

Forests hang burnished, streams look running wine ; 
And, flushed with crimson, like a maid in dreams, 
The Sultan's city her siesta takes, 
Too beautiful to move, or sigh, or wake. 

But Mercy's angel passed ; mysterious heaven I 
In spot like this can direst evil reign ? 
Hath loveliness no spell to charm away 
Invidious, cruel death ? The angel saw, 
And shuddered though immortal — saw a shape 
More hideous than e'er shocked her cowering gaze r 
E'en on the confines of dark Satan's realms. 
Fiends may tower nobly, and, amid their crimes, 
Look grandly beautiful, but here a dream 
Of nightmare-horror, and of spectral fear, 
That haunteth oft the slumbering murderer's brain r 
Seemed to have leaped to black malignant life. 
It hovered o'er that scene of wondrous grace, 
And stretched with rancorous threat its livid arms, 
And from blue lips breathed poison on the air : 
Fixing its withering eyes on bright Stambool, 
It launched its flame-tipp'd arrows far and wide, 
Each arrow piercing some doomed human heart — 
And such was Earth's fell scourger — deadly Plague. 



106 THE IMMORTALS. 

While Nature's face wore smiles, the face of man 
Spoke anxious terror ; and while breezes kissed, 
"With lips invisible of purest balm, 
The flowers to bloomier life, and beast and bird 
Rejoiced around, man sank, and moaned, and died. 
Dark destiny ! perplexing law of heaven ! 
Reason's proud sons must agonise, and meet 
A double death — the real, and its fear ; 
But soulless brutes, in this supremely blest, 
Pass without dread, unconscious, to their doom. 

Poor pitying Spirit ! how she moved along 
The tainted streets, and glided to the sides 
Of suffering mortals in their last sad hour ! 
Each pang they felt, she felt ; with viewless hands 
She soothed the couch of weak and fainting age, 
And crowned with smiles the terror of the tomb. 
Like a rich rainbow o'er a bed of flowers, 
She spread her wings o'er dying infancy, 
And opened to its pure and sinless soul, 
Ere it had quite escaped the feeble frame, 
Glimpses of glory, vistas leading up 
The starry heights to God's bright paradise. 
She brought cool airs to fever's throbbing brow, 



THE ANGEL OF MERCY. 107 

Hushed the sad sighs of new-made orphan hearts, 
And sweetly cheered with hope the dying bride, 
Whispering to inner sense supporting words — 
How love's dear tie, unbroken by strong death, 
"Would bind pure spirits through eternal years. 
The mournful boats that bore their freight of dead, 
To sleep on Asia's shore,* she followed slow, 
And watched the hurried burials by the moon, 
And to the wailing mourners whispered peace ; 
While virtuous souls just freed from bonds of clay, 
She gently raised above the mists of earth, 
Speeding their flight to joy's celestial land. 

" Great lord of life, and Governor of worlds !" 
Sighed the sad Angel ; " thus Thy judgments fall 
On man's poor race, so noble yet so mean, 
So formed for virtue, yet so bound by crime. 
The demons for awhile prevail below, 
Dispensing death and agony, to prove 
How lost, how friendless, mortals without Thee, 
How happiness and good all flow from Thee, 
How heaven and earth should love — but Thee, but 

Thee i" 

* At the great Turkish cemetery near Scutari. 



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THE IMMORTALS. 



Wide was the parched and dreary desert land y 
O'er which the angel now slow shaped her way — 
A land where fell the fire of cloudless suns, 
As if God's eye in hot and deadly wrath, 
Withering, and never closed in pardoning love, 
Flashed on that hapless country. 'Twas a land 
Whose central depths man's foot had rarely trod m r 
And when some bold adventurer, toiling long,. 
Dragged him to that forbidden solitude, 
It was his wont, beneath the brassy sky, 
To faint and sink, and leave his untombed bones 
To whiten on the waste. The home of Ham, 
Once covered by the wide -engulfing wave, 
In some past epoch awful and unknown : 
Country of lions, pestilence, and snakes, 
Where Man so far hath fallen from the type 
Of human beauty, born in paradise, 
That doubters seek another well of life 
Whence flows so strange a stream : this land remains 
A mystery, and a melancholy fear, 
Its river-veins that wander thro' hot sands, 
Haunted by savage tribes that nothing know 
Of science, art, of progress, or a God. 
Yes, Afric, save where Mind, with partial light, 



THE ANGEL OF MERCY. 109 

Illumes its borders, like intensest fire 
Fringing the blackness of a thunder- cloud, 
Lies dark and lost, as curs'd for evermore. 

She crossed this sea-like desert, dotted rare 
With palmy Isles ; so virtue blooms by stealth 
In the sad waste of our crime-tainted world. 
Oft boomed upon the breeze, terrific, dread, 
The prowling lion's roar ; anon she flew 
O'er some barbaric city, and beheld 
Chiefs clad in skins, and monarchs crowned with shells. 
But now she paused to bless one lonely form — 
A man of solemn mien and hopeful eye ; 
Musing he trod the sands, then, halting, sat 
Beneath a shadowy palm, and conn'd the page, 
The Hebrew's legacy to favored Earth. 
Home he had left, and friends, and happier climes, 
And courted danger, toil, starvation, death, 
From love to human kind. He wandered here, 
Bringing truth's Morn to error's sable Night, 
Bearing from tribe to tribe religion's torch. 
" Speed thee ! God's chosen child ! pursue thy course!" 
Whispered the Angel, as she stooped more near. 
u For sacrifice like this — for deeds like thine, 



110 THE IMMOKTALS. 

Above the holy great ones shalt thou rank, 

On yon celestial shore. Thy crown shall be 

Of flowers more bright than deck the seraph's hair, 

Plucked from Eternity's unfading hills ; 

And thou shalt walk, for deserts, heaven's starr'd floor, 

Its halls of sapphire, and its amaranth vales, 

For ever honored midst the honored there." 

The angel, mounting skyward, steadfast kept 
Her vision on the westering, flaming sun, 
And followed, comet-like, his crimson course ; 
And now the mighty, wide-resounding sea 
Burst, in its freshened glory, on her sight. 

She leant upon the rocks, and cast her eyes 
Across the blue immensity. That soul, 
Lofty, immortal, who had roamed the worlds, 
Far stellar systems, vast as beautiful, 
Saw something noble and exalted here, 
Something as grand, and imaging a God, 
As lives in all Creation's boundless range. 

Thou Ocean ! we do call thee old and hoar, 
Yet thy wild power, thy freshness, still display 




THE ANGEL OF ME11CY. Ill 



All, all the bounding energy of youth. 
We look on thee, a world in thy great self; 
From coral insect-tribes to mighty whales, 
What myriads people thy blue wilderness ! 
How many of our race beneath thy foam 
Have found cold sepulchres, the pitiless surge 
Tolling, for ever tolling their deep knell ! 
Friends cannot on their tombs write epitaphs 
Yes, all must lie unmonumented there. 
We hail thy restless, ever-rolling waves, 
As something with mysterious life endowed, 
Heaving and throbbing 'round the conscious world. 
Thou callest, with a voice of rageful storms, 
Out to the sky that hears thy loud complaint ; 
And with the solemn thunder dost thou talk, 
Thy words the sounding billows. Still thy heart 
Beats, beats, within that fathomless abyss ; 
And when calms smooth thy wrath to gentleness, 
Thy giant arms are stretched abroad to God, 
And thy deep prayers in softest whispers rise. 

Sea ! when cradled in thy hollow caves, 
Or shining, glossy-bright, beneath the moon, 
Bearing the soul away on wings of awe, 



112 THE IMMORTALS. 

Thou, like the unpillar'd sky above thee arched, 
Unchanged, through ever- changing, wasting years, 
Dost seem, despite thy majesty and power, 
A melancholy thing. Thy sobbing surge, 
Monotonous, wild-plunging, rolling on, 
Lapping among the rocks, and breaking white 
On shingle and on sand for ever, ever, 
Sounded, when sorrowing Eve bewailed her fall, 
And when the last man dies, it still will sound, 
Heard by the Judgment-angel in the clouds. — 
Thus face to face with God's sublimest work, 
We own no pride beside the humbling sea, 
But shrink into ourselves, and feel how great 
That Power above, whose faintly-spoken word 
Created and upholds yon world of waves. 



The wind was fair, and heaven and ocean smiled 
As proudly bore from land the stately ship. 
Her sails all spread, and white as virtue's soul, 
She yielded easy to the easy gale, 
And moved in grace and beauty o'er the main. 
Oh, who might dream that vessel, gliding on, 
A thing so gay and gallant, held within 
A crowd of hearts, whose every fiery beat 



THE ANGEL OF MERCY. 113^ 

Seemed as a pulse of torture, countless eyes 
Upraised to heaven, mad anguish in their glare ? 

The wave was tranquil, and no human sense 
Might catch a groan on lightly-fluttering winds,. 
As swept the bark to sea ; yet not a sigh 
Escaped one wretch's bosom, but it reached 
The Angel's ear, in quivering up to God. 
Mirth on the deck, and pleasing dreams of gain — 
Below sad tears, and wailings of despair, 
And fever's madness in that burning den, 
While still the lash was plied to hush their cries — 
Torture to stifle torture — body's pains 
To crush out spirit's. Poor immortal ones ! 
Sprung from one parent with their tyrant lords, 
Yet ranked and bartered with the soulless brute. 
weeping Afric ! home of sable slaves ! 
Stand in your chains, and lift your voice to God ! 
Tell of your wrongs, till pity melts, all tears — 
Tell of your wrongs, till justice swears redress — 
Tell of your wrongs, till vengeance draws her sword, 
Stamps her red foot, and rolls her eye of flame ! 

The Angel followed that swift ship of woe, 



114 THE IMMORTALS. 

Pitying the victims whom she could not save. 
The horrors of that passage ! — How her heart 
Sickened and quailed to view the deadly pangs 
Man can inflict on man ! At stilly night, 
When stars shed down their tranquil, holy beams, 
And Nature talked with God, she heard the moan 
Of sleepless anguish o'er the sleeping wave. 
When rose the sun with brilliant, cheerful brow, 
Gloom, death, and horror, settled 'round the ship, 
For then were wretches, who had breathed their last, 
Flung to the deep — flung slow, with heavy plunge — 
Flung to the sharks expecting banquet there ; 
And still those ocean-monsters followed close, 
With wondrous instinct, passing reason's power. 

Swiftly, thou bark of agony, fly on ! 
Fly with thy suffering freight, elude pursuit ! 
And thou, white lord, exult in bold success. 
Evil's black clouds must lower a season here, 
But crime's fell ministers draw down at last 
The thunders of just vengeance. Mercy wept 
Above those hapless victims of the sea, 
And stretched her hands that mightier God might save, 
And prayed for bleeding Afric and her wrongs. 



THE ANGEL OF MERCY. 115 

The Angel passed to Europe, where mankind 
Hath higher scaled the mountain-heights of soul, 
And pressed more near perfection. Much she saw 
That raised her wonder, much that caused her joy, 
And much a poignant sorrow. Now she met 
Virtue in rags, and Learning wanting bread ; 
Here Science plumbed Creation's glimmering depths, 
Measured the stars, and pierced the awful past, 
Anticipating high pursuits in heaven : 
There dullness plodded on, nor raised his eyes 
From toil and dust, the hurrying, puny years 
Filling his thoughts, the smallest scenes around, 
The emmet's universe, enough for him. 
She stood by death-beds, and in grief beheld 
The last sad wrestlings of mortality, 
And chased the fear, and soothed the final pain. 
And oft she loved, when twilight's haunted hour 
Made calm elysium of the purple air, 
To rove some quiet burial-ground, and think 
How many a heart, once tossed on passion's wave, 
Or racked upon the wheel of sharp distress, 
Lay pangless, tranquil now ; the flower that 

drooped, 
Weeping dew-tears upon the unconscious turf, 
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116 THE IMMORTALS. 

Not calmer than the body, waiting there 
Reunion with the sky-ascended soul. 

She watched a suicide — a female heart 
Broken by wrong, and flying unto death. 
The stars were quivering on a wide, deep stream 
That wandered through a city's dusky bounds : 
There bent the sad forsaken, straining eyes 
No longer full of tears, for grief, like fire, 
Had dried up feeling's fountain : from her brow, 
White as sepulchral marble, and as cold, 
Impatiently she dashed the falling hair, 
Disordered as the thoughts within her brain. 

That city with its towers, its halls of life, 
An instant drew her gaze ; a million hearts 
Beat gaily there, but not one heart that felt 
Compassion for her anguish ; e'en if known, 
Her grief had wakened only bitter scorn, 
For every woe will move the world's great sigh 
Save fallen woman's sorrow. Up to heaven, 
In wordless prayer, she cast beseeching looks, 
But in those depths, pure, calm, with holy stars, 
She read no sympathy with her impure, 



THE ANGEL OP MERCY. 117 

And tainted spirit — wrongly read no hope. 
Then on the waves she fixed her steadfast glance ; 
They rushed, and chafed, and eddied dark below ; 
There the poor lost one deemed oblivion lay ; 
There her crushed heart would bleed — would break 
no more. 

" Bowed spirit, cheer thee !" to her sinking soul 
Whispered the Angel ; " Trust thy God, not man ; 
He will accord the pardon man withholds ; 
3S"o wretch so lost, but God will hear his prayer." 

Smiles for a moment, o'er that cold, white cheek, 
Passed like brief sunshine o'er a waste of snow ; 
And the long sigh came softer from her heart, 
As winds more gently blow when wandering through 
A thicket of sweet roses. Heaven the while 
Seemed by its peace to lift her grief from earth, 
And smile on past repentance, for her guilt 
Had long been mourned with bitter, contrite tears. 

Alas ! for fallen Nature ! hope's sweet beam 
Too soon went out, and woe, despair, came down 
With their all-mantling midnight on her soul. 



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Shame's burden crushed her ; in that darkened hour, 

The agony of life outweighed the dread 

Of heaviest judgment in a world to come. 

She stretched her arms — she sprang — and, with a cry 

Of piercing anguish, plunged in depths below. 

The Angel, heart-wrung, shuddered as she gazed, 
And from the troubled waves, where sank in death 
The world-spurned victim of man's broken faith, 
A spirit rose, by mortal eyes unseen. 
Great were its crimes, but Oh, how great its wrongs ! 
And if wild madness urged the fatal deed, 
When clouded reason asked not what was crime, 
Then God e'en dark self-murder could forgive. 
That spirit looked most beautiful, most meek, 
Yet sad of aspect, knowing not its doom. 
The angel waited ■ presently a light 
Elumed the brow of that long-suffering soul — 
A brilliant circlet of celestial beams, 
Such as in paradise the pardoned wear. — 
Then Mercy knew that madness urged its plea, 
And love divine washed out the mortal's guilt ; 
And welcoming the beauteous soul, she chased 
All shade of sorrow from her drooping form, 



THE ANGEL OP MERCY, 119 

All mem'ry of remorse, and every sigh, 
Tinged with immortal hues her pallid cheek, 
And sprinkled glory on her lustrous locks ; 
Till she shone forth, bright-smiling in new life, 
Like the young flower, first kissed by vernal beams ; 
And Mercy, pointing skyward, sped her on, 
From lower darkness up to light and God. 

Winging o'er Northern Europe rapt in thought, 
The Angel viewed a scene fame crowns with bays ; 
Yet rife with fear and horror. Lust of power, 
And pride that would climb high, or lowest sink, 
Too oft enslave the great ones of our world, 
Drive mortals to inflict unnumbered ills 
And tortures upon mortals, cutting short 
The few brief days by heaven allotted here. 

We see a star that, white and beautiful, 
And breathing from its radiance love and peace, 
Glows in the tender azure, and we dream 
Its balmy clime, and silver-glistening shores, 
Form an elysium, where no guilt or woe 
Can sadden happy beings : but if told 
Creatures live there who, spite of glorious scenes, 



120 THE IMMORTALS. 

And love, and joy, and blessings heaped by Heaven, 

Rise against creatures, race to race opposed, 

Smiting and crushing, aiming still to cast 

Their fellows o'er the battlements of life, 

To suffering and perdition — we should call 

Such tale a fable, or, if proved a truth, 

That gentle star would make hearts shudder here. 

And such an orb is our own lovely Earth ! 
The denizens of planets far in space 
May view us too, and think no dreadful thing, 
Like mad, wild war, can shock the heart of peace, 
Or mar the golden beauty of our world. 
They know not how ambition, pride, and hate, 
liaise moral storms amid the seeming calm, 
Or how, by our own dark and guilty deeds, 
We hedge our lives with ill. Thou blackest curse 
The Evil One hath brought from depths of woe ! 
More direful too, since glory 'round thy form 
Sheds brilliant beams to veil thy hideousness, 
And places on thy head a crown that looks 
Of laurel formed, but ah ! of poison-leaves, 
Weeping more venom than the upas-bough — 
A funeral wreath, and dabbled all with blood. 






THE ANGEL OF MERCY. 121 

War ! indignant Reason, Justice, Truth, 
Indignant Valour of the nobler mind, 
Viewing thine aims, the fruits that spring from thee — 
Ruin, and wrong, and anguish, and vain death, 
Could they but utter half that in them burns, 
Their voice would sound in thunder out to heaven, 
And every accent would be withering fire, 
Lightnings to blast thee on thy trophied way. 
But thou wilt flourish, Hydra-headed War ! 
Despite our maledictions : Virtue rears 
The trenchant sword, but, less than Hercules, 
She cannot lop thy hundred heads away. 
Love cannot charm thee, deadly monster, War 1 
Calm wisdom fails to smooth thy stormy front ; 
And e'en religion may not drive thee back 
To thy primeval hell. While Crime walks earth, 
Thou, her grim offspring, wilt be rampant too : 
While bold ambition schemes and avarice grasps, 
Thy reign will last, earth's fiery spirits doomed 
Thy sport, thy victims, and, like Indian priests, 
Following well-pleased to death thy blood-stained car. 

The deadly struggle, which the Angel watched, 
Had ceased its terrors ; lines of furious men 



122 tjse immortals. 

No longer clashed with lines ; the sword no more 

Hewed crimson rents thro' which men's souls might pass, 

Before their time, into eternity. 

No longer to the shaken, answering hills, 

The fire-mouthed cannon roared. The smoke's dun veil, 

Drawn o'er the field by Havoc's jealous hand, 

To hide the bleeding hecatombs of death, 

Had melted off, like guilt which shrinks from day. 

Now came the sight more horrible, more dread, 
Than e'en the battle's tumult. Now white Pain 
Lay writhing on the soil, where late in pride 
The victim struck for glory : now the groans 
Of dying men, called heroes, murmured low, 
Broken anon by some sharp, sudden shriek 
Of agony no effort might control : 
Then fruitless cries for help, and cries of thirst 
From men in bleeding torture — cries to those 
Walking the crimson field, to raise their swords, 
And in kind pity stab them to the heart, 
That torment so might finish. Looks from some 
Harrowed e'en more than sight of body's pangs — 
Looks that betrayed the soul's intense despair. 
Here mourned the youth, who never now would lead 



THE ANGEL OF MERCY. 123 

To Hymen's altar the dear maid he loved ; 
There wept the son, who never more should see 
The aged sire, or kiss the Mother's cheek ; 
And there the Father, never more to clasp 
The babes that would be orphans. Livid heaps 
Of what that morn were bounding, joyous frames, 
With hearts brisk-beating to the voice of hope, 
Lay stark, and cold — poor hands and icy brows, 
Dabbled with blood, and eyes, so glassy-still, 
Fixed by the thought in which the sufferer died. 

Moon, rising slowly with calm, silvery face ! 
Pause on thy course, withhold thy gentle light ; 
'Tis not for thee, sweet Yestal ! with thy brow 
Of meekness, peace, and purity, to view 
Such spot of fear and horror. Yeil your eyes, 
Ye wakening stars ! nor let your holy beams, 
Meet to illume Elysium, tremble here. 
Come, saddest spectres from Cimmerian realms, 
And walk this ground ! come, blackest clouds that pall 
Hades' deep gulf, and hide the dreadful scene ! 

The Angel, shuddering, hovered o'er the plain, 
Too foul, too blood-drenched for her hallowed foot: 



124 THE IMMORTALS. 

She stretched one hand tow'rd crimson heaps of dead, 

As if to curse fell war — the other hid 

Her pitying, shrinking eyes. A trembling ran 

From limb to limb, and e'en her glorious wings 

Quivered and thrilled through all their spreading width, 

In sympathy with that strong burst of grief 

Which stirr'd her generous bosom. She had seen 

Dire pain and misery in this lower world, 

And death in countless forms had awed her soul, 

But nought had shocked her like that field of blood, 

Where doom and torture, not by demons sent, 

Seemed of man's own creation — seemed alone 

The baneful fruit of folly and of crime. 

Oh ! what a tale to tell in spheres above, 

Of this prized, favourite star ! a world that shines 

The brightest mid her sisters, dower'd with gifts 

Transcendent by her God, with hills and vales 

Lovely enough to lure bright angels down, 

Lovely enough to form bright angels' homes. 

Beautiful Earth ! crime-laden, fallen Man ! 

In intellect and thought, a spark from God, 

In passion, falsehood, pride, a brand from hell. 

" Farewell ! thou scene of suffering and dismay !" 



THE ANGEL OP MERCY. 125 

Whispered the Angel with pale, quivering lips. 
Appalled by war's red front, her eyes no more 
Could dwell on earthly horrors, and she pined 
For the far realms of sempiternal peace. 
Sorrowing she turned from fields of blood and 

death, 
To those still spheres in heaven's cerulean calm ; 
There Night looked holy, and her sabbath kept 
Of rest, and love, and glory. Spirits there, 
"Wandering mid orbs where crime had cast no shade,. 
Held rapt commune with mighty Nature's God. 
Those stellar lights she hailed as ancient friends, 
But one grand orb arrested now her gaze, 
Glowing amid the Pleiads, with a ray 
More softly-pure, divinely beautiful, 
Than aught which flashed from other beamy founts* 
That central splendour, with no cloud between, 
Shone like the watch-tower of near paradise, 
The beacon blazing to remotest bounds, 
Directing voyagers to the bowers of peace. 
For that loved Eden-Land, its amaranth vales 
And opal-terraced hills, she wildly sighed, 
As one long exiled, and her pensive eyes 
Fixed on that globe, immensest 'mid the immense, 



12G THE IMMORTALS. 

Fixed longingly on those white dazzling shores, 
Which look to us but softest, fleecy beams. 

With sudden bound, all energy, all joy, 
Spurning with glittering foot the earthly hill, 
Her arms outspread tow'rd that attracting sphere, 
The Angel rose in air. She cloye the blue, 
Up, up the path of radiance known so well, 
A thing of fire — a living, flying thought ! 
Inferior spirits watched her heavenward track, 
And saw along the ether, flashed by speed, 
Bright coruscations trailing far behind ; 
But these soon melted, like the dreams of bliss 
Illuming for a moment our sad lives ; 
And now a silvery thread, a feeble spark, 
She shone upon the bosom of the sky — 
That vanished too, and darkest midnight reigned. 



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THE IMMORTALS; 

OK, 

GLIMPSES OF PARADISE. 



BOOK VIII. 



Spirit of Love ! all hail ! thy subtile power 
Thrills and pervades the glorious universe. 
Thine influence, sweet compelling force, doth bind 
All matter in all worlds, all worlds to Gocl. 
What unseen virtue issues from the sun, 
And, darting through the infinite of blue, 
Draweth the pilgrim-planets evermore 
Tow'rd his fond, radiant, vivifying arms ? 
What stays the comet in his far, far course, 
And, from his wanderings of a thousand years, 
Doth call him backwards to the fount of light ? 
Attraction's spell is Nature's ceaseless love. 



128 THE IMMORTALS. 

Beautiful spirit, hail ! what sheds heaven's tears, 
That cloud-born sorrow fertilizing Earth ? 
What spreadeth in the "West a gorgeous bed 
Of downy gold, for Day to die upon, 
And jubilant with roses hangs the East 
To greet his resurrection ? What doth guide 
The Spring-wind's chariot, bringing to the world 
Freshness and health, and life -inspiring balm ? 
What feeds a thousand rivers ? drapes the hills 
With rustling forest pomp ? what sprinkles scents, 
Delicious, on each tiny nun-like flower, 
That, hid from man, adorns the wilderness ? 
Diffusive soul ! unfailing Love ! 'tis thou. 

Dweller in human hearts ! all hail ! all hail ! 
Whether thou take affection's simplest form 
'Twixt kindred, friends, or gladden wedded life, 
The sweetest bliss-cup man can quaff below 
Is brimm'd with thy rich wine ; his choicest feast 
Comes from thy garden of ambrosial fruits. 
Thou, midst the desert of our cares and crimes, 
Dost plant a green oasis. Thou hast caught 
The faint dear echo of the voice of joy, 
That filled lost paradise, and brought it down, 



LOVE. 129 

Through all the sorrows of the primal curse, 
Harmonious to our souls. Oh, wide-spread lore ! 
All-tyrannous, all-swaying, wondrous love ! 
Despite thy frequent pains, thy sad farewells, 
Thou art Earth's sweetest, dearest, heavenliest guest. 
Thou flashest from the skies, a quenchless spark 
From one great loving Spirit, lighting up 
Bright altars in our hearts ; thy chastened joy 
Not only blesses time, 'tis doomed to flow, 
Cleared of each stain which dims its current now, 
A stream of .pleasure for unending years. 

A tale of earthly love — a love that lived 
Through sorrows and afflictions, changeless, strong ; 
A love whose torch, unquenched by death's chill flood, 
Passed the dark river, and, with sacred fire, 
Still lit the spirit freed from bonds of clay, 
And while the knowledge-seeking pilgrim roamed 
Those libraries of the sky whose books are stars, 
Still pointed on to bliss, until it reached 
The Central lands, the Eden-bowers of rest. 

Life had just budded into Spring, the woods 
Of thick, fre'sh hopes were all alive with song ; 



130 THE IMMORTALS. 

And flowers of sweet delights — flowers honey-leaved — 

Perfumed her joyous path. sun of youth ! 

Bright is thy shining to the ardent soul, 

Ere stern experience draws its envious cloud 

Across thy dazzling glory ! Earth puts on, 

To youthful view, the raiment of a bride, 

And glides along the sunshine of the sky, 

In freshness, loveliness, and bounding bliss. 

Youth never dreams of trials, falsehood's guile, 

But thinks of blessings, thinks of truth's sweet 

heaven ; 
Youth never mourns the past, but only looks 7 
While leaning on the glowing breast of hope, 
Straight tow'rd the future's golden-turning door. 

Cecile was young, and Nature to her youth 
Had added that most rich — oft fatal gift 
By woman prized — the gift of loveliness. 
Her beauty, like the almond's hurrying bough , 
Had burst to early blossom, yet it seemed 
No beauty doomed to fade in briefest days, 
But beauty which would triumph o'er the winds 
And frosts of fortune, passing into fruit, 
Sweetening, and mellowing, through a happy life. 



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CECILE. 131 

Go, view some statue of the ancient Greek, 
Making substantial fancy's airiest dream, 
Calm, quiet, yet most lovely — pure, yet warm,. 
Breathing of mind from each fair lineament, 
And clothed as with an atmosphere of thought — 
Such was Cecile, save ardent feelings lay 
Within that breast, or, wakened, darted shafts 
From the sweet oval bow of those black eyes, 
That mocked the Sculptor's art. Her cheek was pale, 
Telling of spirit's fervour ; but when joy, 
Hope, or surprise, her heart's clear lake perturbed, 
The hasty blood would eddying circles make, 
And ruffle all her smooth and sunny brow 
To tremulous flushings. Warm expression, soul, 
Humility, yet hopes that towered to Heaven, 
And gentle kindness seeking others' good — 
These 'round her beauty threw a chastened light, 
Like sobered radiance circling sainted heads. 

She loved and was beloved : the Attic sage 
A strange, sweet fancy held, that oft in pairs 
Souls are created, and designed by heaven 
To love in time and through eternity. 
When fate, unpitying, parts such spirits here 
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]32 THE IMMORTALS. 

They seek each other, sighing through the world ; 
Till, like two streams which dash from adverse points, 
And join their waters with a glad embrace, 
They meet, and blend their beings, from that hour, 
In bliss or pain, divided never more. 

He, the congenial spirit, proved that love 
May fill the heart, while Mind, with burning zeal, 
Doth worship wisdom's goddess. All the heights 
Of heaven-high learning did he long to scale, 
And all its sunless depths his soul would plumb. 
He turned from life's mad whirl and Pleasure's walks, 
To muse with those great spirits, who have mused 
In other years, and built their dreams and thoughts 
Into grand pyramids defying time. 
Yet most he loved to roam broad Nature's realms, 
Feasting imagination and proud mind 
On wonders stars disclose. He longed to solve, 
Still prison'd in the body, secrets heaven 
Doth hide from mortals, and would ponder deep 
Celestial mysteries, soul's high destiny, 
And humbly thy great nature, ruling God ! 

He loved the maiden with a love that soared 



CECILS. 133 

Beyond mere sense — beyond the fleeting hour. 

Were love to end with life, a transient charm, 

To soothe us in our night of pain and grief, 

And scatter 'round us roses but to fade ; 

Oh, then he would have shunned its keen delights, 

Nor yielded up his soul to bliss so brief. 

But mortal love shall reach the immortal fields, 

And thus 'tis wise to sow its seeds on earth 

For future blowing : yes, the beauteous wreath 

Shall flourish, to undying amaranths changed, 

Sharing the spirit's proud, eternal doom, 

In spite of thee, Death ! of thee, Grave ! 

She faded in her youth ; a shadow lay 
On the once smiling landscape of her hopes. 
The silvery orb of night groAVS faint and dim 
Before the rising sun ; so grew her face 
Paler and dimmer, while the fell disease 
Rose to meridian height, and eat with fire 
The body's strength away. Oh, grief most deep, 
For loving hearts to watch health's shrinking stream 
Run less and less, and know 'twill soon be dry ! 
The quivering embers of a brief, doomed life, 
Slowly, but surely, spark by spark, go out ; 



134: THE IMMORTALS. 

And Beauty's star, so treasured and admired, 
Behind the hills of darkness, fade and set — 
Oh, woe of woes, the waiting thus for death ! 

Isle of the deep-blue sea, embossed with woods, 
Where vines creep o'er the rugged lava-rocks, 
Like Charity which covereth darkest sins ! 
Where rills leap murmuring down the terraced steeps, 
Their fairy harps just heard amid the swell 
Of Ocean's mighty organ ; where each flower, 
From England's daisy to the aloe's pride, 
And cactus all a-flame, paints mount and dell, 
Bringing back Eden to those lonely shores, 
And stamping beauty where volcano s raged, 
Like meekness settling calm on passion's brow. 

Lovely Madeira ! boasted land of health ! 
To whose sweet breezy hills pale Sickness flies, 
Trembling mortality that hugs dear life, 
Hoping to add unto her chain of days 
That fast is breaking, a few links of time, 
And drink, with strengthened powers, afew more draughts 
Of earth's delicious air, and lift dim eyes 
A little longer to God's cheerful sun. 



CECILE. 135 

The cottage, gay with bloom of creeping plants, 
Decked the hill's side, and faced the balmy South ; 
The slope between it and the foamy sea 
Looked brilliant, checkered with a million flowers, 
And social groups of many-coloured trees. 
They placed her in the porch where Summer- airs, 
With pinions cooled by wandering o'er the wave, 
Sprinkled reviving freshness, while perfume, 
From beds of sweet carnation, rose, and musk, 
Might gratify once more her thirsting sense. 
Oh, beautiful yet mournful that young face, 
On which disease, with hard, remorseless hand, 
Had traced the word of — death. The veins of blue 
Crossed her white brow, like rills that traverse snow ; 
And languor half had closed her thoughtful eyes 
Which glittered with last light. The poor thin hand 
Lay cold and drooping, e'en too weak to grasp 
The flowers it strove to fold. Her little foot, 
Shrunk, feeble, could no more support the frame, 
Though slender as the forms we see in dreams, 
Gliding in fairly-land beneath the moon. 
Her hair, in all its black and glossy length, 
As if it shared the languor body felt, 
Spread down her pale, pale bosom, virtue's seat — 



136 THE IMMORTALS. 

Spread o'er the couch in rich, abundant curls, 
Dear to one heart, as though each curl possessed 
A mystic power, and was itself a life. 

Behold that gentle, uncomplaining one, 
Thus slowly sinking, fading from the world, 
Loving earth's scenes intensely, yet so soon 
To close her eyes on all that charmed her here ; 
Clinging to human hearts, yet soon to know 
Death's cruel separation. Oh ! confess, 
Mid piteous sights, no sight more pitiful ! 
Sight that might bow philosophy to dust, 
And dim with tears the stoic's iron eye. 

He bent above her, motionless and hushed, 
Unwilling to disturb her silent dream ; 
For lifted hand, and fixed and anxious gaze, 
Betrayed a spirit rapt in deepest thought : 
Day, in the Western garden of the clouds, 
Was gathering now rich flowers, all crimson-leaved, 
To hang about the cradle of young Eve ; 
And he seemed pausing on his downward course, 
Weeping hot tears of light to bid adieu 
A world he loved so well. Along the hills 



CECILE. 137 

The winds were dying with a murmured plaint, 

And the wide chesnut-forests drooped their boughs, 

As wearied with the breezes of the day, 

Wearied with light, and asking for repose. 

The long green waves came heaving to the shore, 

Slowly and solemnly, and when they broke 

In spumy silver on the pink-lipped shells, 

Their voice swelled deep yet prayer-like, grand yet sad. 

Earth, heaven, all sympathised with that hushed hour, 

For sure a sorrow, tempered by sweet hope, 

Touched while it calmed great Nature's conscious heart. 

Cecile moved not, her meditative eyes 
Following the sinking sun ; the flaming orb 
Grew less intensely bright, and, softening, turned, 
Ere reaching ocean's brim, to mellow gold : 
It hung above the billow, broad, immense, 
A glowing, living glory ; then long lines 
Of amethystine radiance formed a road, 
Pompous and jewell'd, o'er the level main, 
As if for some great cavalcade of souls, 
Hastening to heaven's bright gates, which burned afar, 
Where sky and ocean joined. That orb would sink, 
Shorn of his majesty, and seem to die 



138 THE IMMORTALS. 

Beneath the shaded and entombing sea; 

Yet Morn would come, fresh-breathed, exulting Morn, 

And give him joyously to earth again, 

With warming ray, and vivifying smile, 

And all his bridegroom robes of splendour on ; 

But she no more may view him, her fond eye 

Closed to the beautiful and grand by death. 

And whither would the hopeful spirit flee ? 
Momentous thought which oft perplexed her heart ! 
Heaven's sacred page breathed holy trust and peace, 
And filled her with a joy that came from God ; 
Yet ardent Nature longed to know how soul 
Might pass uninjured from this shattered frame, 
This wreck of matter, into fields of light ; 
How live, move, act, and where the realms of bliss— 
If heaven were here, in space, or some far orb 
Unreached by sight, unvisited by thought. 
The sage may hold that ambient air is heaven, 
That souls will wing for ever yon deep blue, 
Passing from paradisal world to world, 
Gathering their bliss from knowledge, and the wells 
Of unexhausted beauty ; this, too, this 
Was hoped and humbly asked by him she loved. 



CECILE. 139 

But mind for her a narrower circle took ; 
True to her woman's feelings, she did think 
The sage's heaven but cold ; that constant views 
Of wandering worlds, however fair or grand, 
Would weary and distract ; that largest stores 
Of knowledge, howe'er rich, would never yield 
That wealth of bliss the craving bosom asks. 

For her one calm, blest spot beyond the stars. 
Or e'en a planet beautiful as ours, 
Ere shadowed by the clouds of woe and crime, 
Peopled by pure affections, with One Power 
To watch and love it, smiling blessings down, 
Seemed to her humbler thoughts a sweeter heaven, 
More fraught with joy that fills and satisfies, 
Than widest fields of bright cerulean space, 
Than proudest flights through systems infinite, 
And all the wonders found in all the globes ; 
For these may tire at last, while bliss that springs 
From happy intercourse of soul with soul, 
Shall pall not, die not, an exhaustless stream, 
Whose course is love, whose fountain-head is God. 

Life's last few sands were running slowly out ; 



140 THE IMMORTALS. 

The pale, faint bow was melting from the sky : 
Cecile was gazing on an anxious face 
Where sorrow cast its shade, and large, slow tears 
Betokened grief too strong, too deep for words ; . 
But death's sweet victim spoke in accents low : 

" The solemn mysteries of our loftier state 
Will soon be solved, and all doubt's shadows flee ; 
But if the realms I speed to be yon skies, 
Where, as thou deemest, spirits love to roam 
Among fair stars and systems, seeking joy ; 
Or if God's paradise be one fixed spot, 
Where Christ's bright form will bless our longing eyes, 
While knowledge, holy aspirations, mix 
With simpler joys, dear memories, and pure love, 
I bow resigned ; yet one sad, haunting thought 
Disturbs my bosom more than other fears." 

A moment's anguish filled those asking eyes ; 
He stooped and clasped her, kissed her faded cheek, 
Bidding her tell what burdened thus her soul . 

" My dread is this — amidst the countless throng 
Of spirits and of angels in the skies, 



CECILE. 141 

Thou mayst not find me, when thine hour arrives 
To break earth's cumbering bonds, but haply roam, 
Seeking me vainly through the fields above. 
Think not I shall forget thee e'en in heaven ; 
No, loved on earth, thine image will be linked 
With every thought on high ; for, reft of thee, 
Methinks the sweetest joy would scarce be joy : 
Yet this is crime, is madness — hush, my heart ! 
Father in heaven ! forgive thine erring child, 
Whose soul is sinful, as her frame is weak." 

She strove to kneel, but could not from the seat 
Move her half-fainting form. She clasped her hands, 
Praying for pardon, and her lifted eyes 
Spoke sweet contrition, while unaltered love : 
Then tremulous in his ear her wish was breathed, 
A lengthened pause between each feeble word. 
She promised, if allowed by pitying heaven, 
To wait in that green vale where first they met — 
Wait by the fount where oft, at twilight hour, 
They talked of future days, and wove bright dreams 
Of earthly bliss, and never- changing faith. 

Poor heart, she spake as human feelings urged ; 



142 THE IMMORTALS. 

Perchance 'tis God's high will no souls on earth 
Shall wait for those they love ; the good may pass, 
Borne on the wings of guardian cherubim, 
To bright beatitude the hour they die. 

She leant within his arms ; her young head drooped 
More low and low, and as the sun's thin rim 
Of quivering fire now left the ruby wave, 
The farewell ray soft-tinged her falling hair, 
Fluttered upon the forehead's marble calm, 
And gave the cheek a warm fictitious glow. 
In her hushed breast no peevish sorrow dwelt, 
But love that found not utterance — love that clung 
In hopeful trust to Him who saved her soul, 
And in fond truth to one dear worshipped heart, 
Her own, her own, through all eternity. 
Her hand that lay in his so still, so cold, 
Could feel no more ; her lips that kissed his hair, 
His forehead, in abandonment of grief, 
Now closed, or murmured only wordless sighs, 
That fainter, fainter, like the twilight air, 
Breathed, paused, and breathed again, and then were 

hushed. 
But Oh, those eyes, expressive, yearning eyes, 



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Through which hope, feeling, all the mind looked out, 
Were fixed upon him — fixed unto the last. 
What can subdue, what touch us, e'en in death, 
Like the heart-speaking, loving, soul-lit eyes ? 

Daylight was dying from the world, and fast 
The beam of life was fading in that form ; 
The stars were stealing from the dark blue depths, 
And beautifying shadow and the gloom ; 
So faith illumined, with her cheering beams, 
The sable brow of death. Come, Mercy ! Hope ! 
Gladden that lovely saint's expiring hour, 
Point to the skies, and not the turf beneath, 
Whisper of paradise, and flowers, and song, 
Of radiant crowns, of God's approving smile, 
And an eternity of hallowed love. 

Life for an instant fann'd its subtile flame ; 
A tremulous sigh — a pressure of the hand, 
Affection's tender touch— a gentle smile, 
But no farewell, and that blest spirit passed 
From the dark portal of its prison-house, 
To renovated strength, and light, and joy, 
To everlasting youth, and peace, and God. 



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THE IMMORTALS; 

OR, 

GLIMPSES OF PARADISE. 



BOOK IX. 



Grief doth not always kill : a heavy load 
The camel bears ere sinking on the waste ; 
So fares the heart on life's poor pilgrimage. 
Still we may live, though sorrow striketh down 
The palace of our joys, and all its pride 
Be turned to marble ruins. Eeft of love, 
And that dear worshipped form, Bernardin stood 
Alone in desolation ; like the tree 
Once fondly clasped by Summer's leafy vine; 
The lightning came ; the embracer, withering, fell, 
And strewed the earth in death. The oak aloft 
Still lifts its naked branches, proud yet sad ; 



CECILE. 145 

And as winds toss its bare, ungarnished arms, 
It mourns the perished one — its fond green love, 
That decked each branch with beauty, and hung blooms 
Of purple promise on its grateful strength. 

He did not rush into the blaze of life, 
To scare the haunting spectre of distress, 
Bat gave his soul to thought and studious toil, 
Hoping to cheat the weary, grief-dark hours. 
He threaded history's labyrinthine walks, 
And wooed the light the sun of science sheds ; 
Yet still his burning aspirations turned 
Tow'rd the grand secrets of the peopled skies -> 
His hopes, his wishes, ever flew beyond 
The honours others crave, and this small star, 
This dim, poor anxious world we call our own. 
But e'en while fancy swept the stellar plain, 
One gentle vision, on his proudest dreams, 
Rose like a moon amidst the sombre heavens, 
Making his dark and lofty studies bright. 
The lamp upon- his page flung idle rays ; 
He thought upon the history of her heart, 
Not chronicles of time. Great Nature's laws 
Were nought to spells that swayed affection's world. 

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146 THE IMMORTALS. 

Awake, he only heard her gentle voice 
Soft- echoing down the gallery of years ; 
Asleep, she filled his every longing dream, 
Beckoning with radiant hand to happier shores. 
Her image, with sweet sunshine, warmed and lit 
Past, present, future, while immortal hope 
Wove around darkness an unfading bow. 

He died, where hoary Egypt crowns the plain 
With monumental glory, and old Time 
Triumphant walks upon a myriad graves. 
They placed his bones beneath the herbless sands, 
To moulder with the Pharaohs, and a host, 
Once lords and princes, now poor mummy-forms, 
That wait with him the resurrection-morn. 
There lay the shattered dome that held the soul, 
A crumbling ruin, like Egyptian shrines, 
To mingle slowly with forgotten earth ; 
The occupant was gone, in freedom, power, 
To pass along the world, the expanded germ 
Not visible to sense, but brightly formed 
Of elements ethereal, mocking death, 
And bearing all the memories, feelings, hopes, 
It proudly bore when linked to grosser clay. 



CECILE. 147 

The student-soul, the worshipper of God, 
The lover of the virtuous one in bliss, 
Glided from Egypt to his native land, 
Swift as a ray from Morning's opening eye 
Launched tow'rd the western dark ; for soul is dowered 
With lightning fleetness next to rapid thought. 
Yes, that young spirit, free awhile to roam, 
Sought the dear haunts of childhood, where so oft 
He dreamt life's happy dreams with her he loved ; 
Oh, would she keep the promise breathed in death ? 

A moment, and he stood beside the fount, 
The olden trysting-place, but where Cecile ? 
There, spread the beech above the crystal wave — 
The tree that, long ago, weird Nature's harp, 
Had whispered music in love's pensive ear : 
There, stood the rustic seat on which she leant : 
Nought, nought was changed ; could that dear spirit be 
The only altered thing, forgetting love, 
And vows to meet him in the land of souls ? 
His piercing eyes looked 'round him, but no shape 
Emerged in beauty to his longing gaze : 
He sighed her name, and listened — songs of birds, 
The fountain's slumbrous gush, and low-voiced winds 
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148 THE IMMORTALS. 

Creeping from leaf to leaf, alone were heard : 
And so he bowed and mourned, while memory's spell 
Called up past hours of love, and meetings sweet, 
By that time-hallowed fountain's mossy brink, 
Yet while he mourned, he blest a ruling God. 

A sudden brilliance flashing on the fount — 
A sudden rustle of descending wings — 
And, looking up with shaded eyes, he saw 
A form of glory passing human thought ; 
An angel this of might, whose wing could plough 
The sea of ether with the speed of beams, 
His shape majestical of placid pride, 
On which, self-luminous, no other form, 
Crossing the sun, could cast a staining shade ; 
Yet lovely while august, the Immortal stood. 
Presenting all the graceful lineaments 
That mark a breathing being in our world. 
He looked a sudden meteor darted down, 
His wings, his brow, a-blaze with opal beams ; 
His eyes could pierce dull matter, reading thought 
In other angels' bosoms ; he had power 
Surpassing common spirits of the sky, 
Yet his great presence brought no fear, but peace ; 



THE GUARDIAN ANGEL. 149 

Guide and protector of weak human souls, 
A holiness and beauty, love and joy, 
Breathed 'round him like a heavenly atmosphere, 
Softening his lofty look, and awful mien. 

Gazing on earth's young spirit sorrowing there, 
The glorious agent of the Eternal felt 
Ineffable compassion. All was known 
To that great friend and visitor of men. 

"Poor spirit! weep not;" fell the murmured 
words, 
Solemn yet gentle as the voice of Night, 
When winds lie sleeping on the starry air; 
" Lament not earthly love ; yet 'tis no crime 
For soul to love fond soul, for God is love, 
Implanting in all breasts the fire divine. 
She could not meet thee here ; expiring man 
Must make no vows to mortals left behind. 
Her pure, forgiven soul was borne on high 
By gentlest seraphim, and now is blest." 

The child of earth all eagerness looked up, 
And raised imploringly his folded hands ; 



150 THE IMMORTALS. 

" Oh, guide me to her, if this erring heart 
Deserve such bliss !" 

" I may not take thee now ; 
But thou hast leave to indulge the ardent wish 
That made thy life one burning, ceaseless prayer ; 
And I am sent to lift thee from this sphere. 
I know, when mortal, thou didst long to range 
The universe of spirit, and to scan 
The marvels of creation — come with me ! 
Fear not, for easily through liquid space, 
And, light as thought, can spirit-essence glide. 
Long is the journey to the gates of heaven, 
And, on our passage, we will read the book 
Of God's creative wisdom — come with me !" 

The heavenly guardian took the trembling hand 
Of earth's freed child, who felt, unknown before, 
A strange quick power flash lightning through his 

frame, 
While his strong wish to visit other worlds, 
And all his thirst for knowledge, burned anew. 
The great one's arching wings, with sudden blaze, 
And coruscating splendour, outward spread, 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 151 

A golden glory on our lower air ; 

And, with his charge, up silently from earth, 

Terribly beautiful, serenely grand, 

Like spiral flame, he shot into the sky. 

Ere the heart beateth twice, a liying beam 
Can reach the moon* — so did those spirits mount. 
They paused on outstretched wings, to mark the globe 
We call our servant — Earth's fair Ministress. 
How changed her aspect ! now no longer smiled 
The gentle lady with the pale, sweet face, 
And foot, white-sandalled, walking azure heaven, 
Inspiring bards, and melting hearts to love. 

Distance will beautify, and throw a veil 
Of softness over horror ; as long years 
Exalt and sanctify the deeds of man. 
The moon no calm, bright dwelling-place appeared, 
But cloudless, herbless, streamless, blackly spread 
In arid desolation ; ( n ) it did look 
A mourning thing, accurs'd, and all forlorn, 

* Light is transmitted to us from the moon in one second 
and a quarter. 



152 THE IMMORTALS. 

A world in ghastly ruins ! splintered rocks, 

Ne'er worn by breeze or rain, rose jagg'd and sharp, 

Painfully glittering in the solar blaze : 

A mass of vitreous mountains, cone-shaped steeps, 

Seemed tossed around, convulsively upheaved, 

Tossed as in sport by some dark, mocking fiend ; 

And frequent from their tops burst jets of flame, 

While down their sides, like blood, hot lava rolled ; 

And oh ! more full of fear, than if spoke out 

Loud thunder-tongues from every fiery mount, 

Dead silence reigned through all the dreary scene, 

For pulsed above, below, no vital air. 

Charged hills sent forth fierce lightnings unto hills, 

Clouds never wandering 'round them ; earthquakes rent 

The cindered plain, and toppled down the peaks ; 

But still no sound went booming up the sky, 

Sound that might speak of Nature's cheerful life ; 

A calm most dread, a stillness horrible, 

Sat, like a mighty Death, on all the globe. 

The angel-guide addressed the trembling soul, 
And told the strange, wild history of the moon, 
E'en from its birth a ruin, terror's home ; 
And still it ploughed its melancholy way, 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 153 

A savage waste undecked by flower or tree. 
Enough, it served to lace, with cheerful beams, 
The sombre garment Night doth cast around 
Our slumbering planet, while from roughest hills 
It rained sweet influence, like a kindly heart 
Most happy serving others, though that heart 
May beat beneath a beggar's tattered vest. 
All generous, faithful moon ! 'tis God's decree 
That fruitfulness and joy should ne'er be thine, 
But, barren ever, thou should st walk thy round, 
A lowly handmaid waiting on our world. 
Glide on, calm orb ! though lifeless, aiding life, 
Though void of grace, bestowing beauty's gift, 
And, though most mournful, silvering earth with smiles. 

Away ! the immortals voyagers far behind 
Leave the volcanic moon ; their pathway lies 
Tow'rd the red star that nestles near the sun. 
With swift-wing'd foot, and golden-flaming wand, 
The youngest planet, Mercury, hurries on. 
First in the train of our life-bearing worlds, 
High honour waits this small but active sphere. 
To man he seems immersed in fiery rays, 
Rays that, if blazing here, might wither up, 
And turn to dust, all verdant, living things ; 



154 THE IMMORTALS. 

Banish such dream — great Nature's secret know ; 
Wrapping most worlds, the changeful air alone 
Tempers the solar heat, and cools or warms. ( 12 ) 
In this sweet star the air floats purely light, 
As on the summit of earth's loftiest hills, 
And fiercest beams evolve no torrid blaze. 

The shading clouds the travellers swiftly pierce, 
And, lighting on a mountain, gaze around. 
Kich emerald green clothes all the fruitful plains, 
And breezes freshly blow from steep to steep, 
Like viewless coursers urged by lusty Health. 
The snows melt sparkling at the illumined pole, 
Brimming the rivers wandering tow'rd the South, 
And, as they glide, they bear upon their breasts 
Kose-lipped Fertility, and dew-eyed Mirth ; 
While Spring pranks all the margins thick with flowers, 
And sets the glad birds singing in the groves, 
And calls the bees, late slumbering, from their cells, 
And large-wing'd moths, round, golden, as the stars, 
To feast and frolic in the genial ray. 
Nature, not withered, as we wrongly deem, 
But fair, and jubilant, and crowned with life, 
Proud to be nearest light's refulgent lord — 
Nature, in bursting bliss, doth clap her hands, 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 155 

And toss her tresses from her giddy head, 

And, like a blithe young bacchante, dance for joy. 

The forms that tread the mossy turf, or sit, 
Embowered 'mid trees by flag-lined, humming brooks, 
Are small but beautiful ; they almost seem, 
To Earth's pleased Spirit, an embodiment 
Of mundane dreams of peopled fairy-land.* 
Their gaiety, in that pure, subtile air, 
The lightness, and the gushing forth of soul, 
Surpass aught known on earth ; the ills and pains, 
Doomed by wise Heaven to shade each human lot, 
Are borne with happiest temper ; gleesome hearts 
Beat in their ever reckless, jocund breasts. 
Too brief their lives for discontent or strife, 
Smile begets smile, glad souls affect glad souls ; 
And hoping, trusting, chasing every care, 
They bless their world, and ceaseless feed on joy. 

* That the planets are inhabited, no thoughtful mind can doubt ; 
and although this "Journey through the Solar System" is, of 
course, a mere poetic fiction or vision, yet, we think, that the 
peculiar varieties of planetary beings, and the duration of their 
lives, may in some slight degree be conjectured from a consideration 
of the different constitutions of those planets, their respective mag- 
nitudes, their distances from the sun, and the length of their seasons. 



156 THE IMMORTALS. 

Glittering afar, with open, diamond eye, 
How fair an orb is Venns ! — Travelling space, 
And loving Eve and Morn with constant faith, 
And smiling rays, white, spotless through the blue, 
As glorified beyond her sister stars, 
How beautiful is Yenus ! — From our world 
We look with envious eyes, and long to mount, 
And tread her shores of soft, translucent pearl. 
Fond fancy paints Elysium in that orb ; 
We deem its flowers more bright, its vales more green, 
Than flowers and vales on earth ; its wandering streams 
More pure and musical than waters here. 
Komance weaves 'round that planet richest spells, 
And tuneful bards in every age have burned, 
Singing the glories of sweet Evening's star, 
And hanging wreaths of immortality. 
On the white beauty of her silvery brow. 

Oh ! what the mortal dreamt, the Immortal found, 
While with his guide, slow down the crimson'd West, 
He wing'd enrapt, as there soft Venus turned 
Her languid bosom from the torrid sun, 
Seeking to cool her forehead, and to close 
Her passion-lidded eyes awhile in sleep. 
They paused a moment on a floating cloud, 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 157 

Stained to a blood-red ruby, and though far 
The sumptuous planet basked and laughed below, 
They caught the odors, faint and delicate, 
Eising from plains of aromatic flowers, 
And heard the gurglings of unnumbered brooks, 
Cool-sparkling down romantic, reedy dells, 
While murmured ever, up the rosy air, 
Dulcet farewells to calm retiring Day — 
Sweet human song — not one uncertain voice, 
But blended strains from countless multitudes, 
And swelling, deepening, and increasing still ; 
As if not only each glad being there 
Anthem'd his joy, but wood and streamy vale, 
And cavern'd hill, and wave-kissed promontory, 
Breathed forth a melody to rival man's, 
And charm the spirit of the sunset-hour. 

It was the orb where reigned bright poetry : 
How few, among e'en thoughtful mortals here, 
Draw bliss from the ideal, or can mount 
Above the sod of our dark, weary world ! 
But each full heart in Venus warmly glowed ; 
Imagination's children, they could find 
Rapture in hopes, and joy in airiest dreams. 



158 THE IMMORTALS. 

To banish far all cares, all thoughts of grief, 

Was deemed the spirit's duty. Every form 

Of splendour or of grace that Nature showed, 

Proved an exhaustless well of pure delight. 

The valley preached humility ; the sea 

Raised a sublime devotion ; and the stars, 

Filling the illumined, wondrous book of God, 

Seemed great Creation's history writ in flame, 

The eternal poem of Omnipotence. 

The trees and flowers were more than trees and flowers, 

Calling up visions of rich loveliness, 

And thoughts of Him who sprinkled them with hues, 

Green and vermillion : God's whole universe 

Closed 'round them like a feeling sweet and blest. 

It was the orb of love. Impressive, warm, 
And ever quaffing draughts at Beauty's fount, 
Such spirits well might own love's thralling power. 
Love in no other star controlled the heart 
"With such a sceptred tyranny as there. 
Sons of the beam, with feelings wild and strong, 
They revelled in extremes. All passions found 
A home within their bosoms, yet 'twas Love, 
That, like some giant, lorded o'er the rest — 



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The one great leading note of Being's song 
The race, in look, in stature, likened ours, 
Venus and Earth, in rank and dignity, 
Refulgent twins : but Beauty walks our world, 
Like perfect virtue, shining rarely out ; 
There, woman took no form save beauty's mould ; 
As every rose, dew-steeped, hath sweet perfume, 
And every star in heaven is fair and bright. 
Her dowry grace, she smiled in loveliness 
Through buoyant youth, and carried to old age 
The glowing feature, and the dazzling eye. 
Years bowed not limb, nor wrote their wrinkle-tales 
On alabaster brow, and peachy cheek. 
The curse of slow decadence fell not there ; 
It seemed as Time could only take her breath, 
And lay her beautiful within the tomb. 

But think not crime unknown in this bright star ; 
Did man against his Maker ne'er rebel, 
Nor fiery passions warp him oft to wrong, 
Venus were paradise. But God hath placed 
Mortals on trial here, to strive, like us, 
With dire temptation, and make pure their hearts 
For loftier regions in a life to come. 



160 THE IMMORTALS. 

Evil doth share mysterious power with good ! 
Such the great law through all the varied range 
Of finite being — problem unresolved — 
Evil doth share mysterious power with good. 

Yet, star of evening ! other planet- worlds 
Shall still admire, and, envious, gaze on thee, 
Looking so softly-radiant, sweetly-calm, 
Eobed like a shining angel, glory-crowned, 
The first that sparkles in the deepening blue, 
Worthiest to lead the brilliant train of Night. 
Star of serenity, by Godhead formed 
When smiling brightest on the universe ! 
We hail thee, truest Island of the Blest, 
The world of pleasure, poetry, romance, 
The home of peace, the dream-land of the soul, 
The happy empire of the fervid heart, 
The silvery bower of universal love. 

Again they sweep the depths, repassing Earth 
Before them hangs the rosy throbbing Mars. 
As near they draw, a picture, gorgeous, soft, 
Grows on their view ; the eye takes plainly in 
The rounded world, and follows every curve 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 161 

The deep-green sea impresses on the land— ( 13 ) 

Windings of beauty, shining creek and cove. 

Islands, thick-fringed with palms that shade tall rocks- 

Of ruddy gems, spring circling from the wave : 

Wide continents reveal all Nature's wealth, 

In hills and plains embossed with living green ; 

In trees of each imaginable hue ; 

And rivers silver- surfaced by the sun ; 

No scorching, withering heat beneath the line, 

No herbless desert-plains of boundless sand, 

But varied flowers, eternal Summer flowers, 

Like a rich belt of beauty 'round the globe, 

A fadeless iris wove by Nature's God. 

And man thinks fertile Mars a moonless world, 
But lo ! the small, red orb steals nestling close, 
Kaising the tides, and brightening midnight's gloom. 
Not stern, not grand — a world of gentleness, 
Here the young Seasons, joyous sisters, dance, 
Dispensing blessings through the jocund year. 
On this cool, happy soil, no serpent creeps, 
And roams no savage beast with fangs of death. 
Like warmer Venus, Mars doth echo Earth ( u ) 
In richest beauty, but to Earth must yield 



162 THE IMMORTALS. 

In majesty severe, in mass and power, 

In the sublimity of mountain pride, 

And the expanse of ocean's sounding realms. 

The Angel stretched his hand tow'rd peopled plains, 
And cities shining on the banks of lakes ; 
" Behold this world ! the tracts to man assigned, 
A glowing Eden, with no curse that casts 
A shadow on its beauty ; here alone 
Spirit hath nearly reached perfection's goal ; 
Here mortals never fell — a noble race, 
Not like your brethren, by dire passions torn, 
But gentle as their planet; ne'er they lose 
The balance of their souls, but calmly pass 
Their hopeful lives in pristine innocence. 
Earth's sons misname this planet fiery Mars, 
But war's dread demon finds no entrance here, 
A hero's proud renown uncraved, unknown. 
They fear not death ; crime only points its dart ; 
Their souls throw off the chrysalis of clay. 
And flash to immortality and light, 
To live with us, free tenants of the skies ; 
For mortals breathe a moment, then become, 
E'en like ourselves, the blest inhabitants 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 163 

Of glory's bright, eternal palaces, 
Built in the blue immensity by God." 

Bernardin mused and marvelled, following slow 
His angel-guide, oft pausing in his flight 
To catch some beauty fading on his view, 
To breathe the scents the planet left in space, 
Exhaled from gummy woods and balm-lipped flowers, 
And, with fine nerves, to drink the music soft 
Of birds, and choiring waves, and human song, 
That, raising undulations far and wide, 
Thrilled many a league the pure ethereal paths. 

Their course is outward, earth and sun behind ; 
They fly along our System, ether's waves 
Silently cloven by their brilliant wings, 
White rays the foam that marks their rapid flight. 
They search for planet-worlds, and now they meet 
A small green body wandering down the blue, 
A world in miniature, with tiny hills, 
And bosky vales scarce large enough for fays 
To dance in by the starlight ; while the sea 
Looks only like a glassy, narrow lake ; 
The rivers are but rills of nectarous sweet, 
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164: THE IMMORTALS. 

And trees are dwarfed to flowrets, rosy-stemm'd. 

Another globe — another still careers, 

Actively journeying 'round the lordly sun ; 

And now a smaller, now a larger flies, 

That emerald bright, — this coated thick with flowers. 

All urge the same long course, but still apart, 

Untiring pilgrims travelling joyous on, 

In ceaseless sunshine, and harmonious peace. 

" These are the globes seen faintly from your earth, 
Kaising the wonder of the curious sage. 
He calls them asteroids ; and some have deemed 
The shining specks the ruins of a world 
Once huge and glorious, long, long ages back, 
Shivered to atoms by convulsive throes, 
"While the torn fragments 'round the firmament 
Must roam forlorn for ever. — Blind belief ! 
As if Omnipotence, in moulding worlds, 
Could wander into error. ( 15 ) Spirit, no ! 
With high design He cast these drops of gold, 
These fairy orbs, along the aerial road. 
I well remember when they first beamed forth, 
Myriads of ages ere thy race arose 
On earth's then shaping and chaotic star. 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 165 

Life reigneth here, but not immortal man ; 
God takes delight in each existent thing, 
From humble flowers to eagles cleaving air, 
Or wherefore should he give them being's joy ? 
Yon planets bloom and shine beneath his care, 
Sky-Islets, river'd, fountain'd, flower'd and valed, 
Laughing for ever on their glittering way, 
Full of all plants to fondling Nature dear, 
And full of gay, exulting, beauteous forms ; 
Sweet throated, painted birds, and golden bees, 
And placid zebras with their rich-ringed sides, 
And antelopes that fear no blood-stained fang : 
These, though they boast not reason, live in love, 
Existence to their hearts sufficient bliss." 

Another flight through ether, outward still, 
Bernardin following close the Angel's track. 
The silvery point they lately watched in space, 
Grew momently more broad, more huge, more bright, 
Then rounded to a world. A something breathed 
Superior from that globe, slow-rolling on, 
Fraught with dread majesty, and kingly power, 
Monarch of all the planets. Vastness there 
Sat on a throne, its pillars propped by Time, 



166 THE IMMORTALS. 

While Awe bowed low before the mighty hills, 
Stupendous altars Nature reared to God. 

But now the long dark lines that mortals see, 
Belting the globe with thunder, rain, and storm,* 
Unveiled their terrors : peal on peal rolled out, 
Far-sounding into space. Anon through chasms 
Of rifted clouds, they viewed the giant world ; 
And the huge mountains, which had shrunk our Alps 
To petty molehills, looked all crowned with fire, 
Lightnings the diadems upon them placed. 
The cataracts, down-dashing from the hills, 
Seemed broad sheet-masses formed of diamond- sparks; 
Long rivers mocked our Niles and Amazons, 
And Earth's wide oceans were but tranquil lakes 
To the loud- waved, unfathomed, mighty seas. 

The earth-born spirit gazed, but could not speak ; 
And now they passed behind this royal globe, 
Where Night her mantle waved, rich-fringed with stars ; 

* Dark streaks, termed the "belts of Jupiter," surround the 
equatorial regions, supposed to be dense clouds floating in the 
planet's atmosphere, and influenced by currents of air, similar to 
our Trade Winds. 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 167 

They shone the same, as mortals see them blaze, 

Arcturus, white Orion, and the road 

Of opal splendour, leading 'round that sun, 

Creation's centre, glory's dazzling home. 

But the fair moons gleamed large, and silvery-soft, 

Ordained to cheer the giant's night, and walk 

Servants around him, for his health and joy ; 

While from the snow-wrapt poles, electric fires, 

Eich with a thousand colours, ever streamed, 

Lighting the dark, like Hope the sunless tomb. 

" And this is Jupiter !" the Angel cried, 
" The crown of all your system. ( 16 ) Thou dost see 
A world most proud, stupendous, and sublime, 
A thousand earths here moulded in one globe ; 
Yet with Omnipotence your smaller star 
Hath equal value, while 'tis more beloved. 
Not magnitude, but worth is prized by God, 
And moral grandeur passes matter's pomp. 
Yon world is peopled by a lordly race, 
Dying and yet immortal. Follow me, 
And view the sons of this colossal sphere." 

The gorgeous city spread o'er hill and vale, 



168 THE IMMORTALS. 

In marble sumptuousness, and dazzling pride, 

Surpassing aught the Babylonian reared, 

Or Grascia shaped from dreams of loveliness. 

One palace had outshone Imperial Eome ; 

And the long streets had been to earthly foot 

The journey of a moon. The forms of men 

Were grand and dignified to suit their world. 

A calmness smoothed their pensive, lofty brows, 

Unknown to dwellers in our anxious star ; 

Rarely they smiled, too grave, too proud, for 

mirth ; 
Yet sullen gloom did shadow not their souls, 
For contemplation and still melancholy 
Turned them to sages. Theirs it was to live 
A thousand years in unbowed majesty, ( 17 ) 
Gaining soul-wealth that vast experience yields. 
They trod not walks of science, like ourselves, 
But deeply studied Mind's mysterious book, 
And, all harmonious in their creed, embraced 
The one right faith, that led them errless through 
The mazy road of Nature on to Truth, 
And from Truth's glorious temple up to God. 

A Jovian Beauty. — Think not woman shines 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 169 

With radiant beauty only in our world ; 
Where'er God's creatures live, in countless globes, 
Pure loveliness, the fire of soul that lights 
The outer lineaments, doth burn and charm ; 
And still the mantle, wove of gentleness, 
Dyed with rich feeling, and all lined with love, 
Falls brightest upon woman. Calm she sat, 
Singing unto the lyre a hymn of praise ; 
Sweet thought was throned upon her noble brow, 
As if young Majesty, in trance of love, 
Had carved a dream in marble : speaking mind 
Illumed each feature cast in faultless mould — 
A straight, fine profile, Greeks had doated on ; 
Her eyes were large and azure ; chesnut locks 
Streamed down her shoulders to her feet of snow. 
Vestments, and floating robes of texture rich, 
Adorned the stately Beauty of this sphere ; 
And that strong love of costly ornament, 
Marking the sex in all the peopled worlds, 
She too displayed ; for precious jewels dug 
From teeming Jovian mountains decked her wrists, 
And white pearls gleamed around her whiter neck. 
Oh, had this fair one lighted on our earth, 
Fancy had hailed her a Minerva, sent 



170 THE IMMORTALS. 

To flash high wisdom from her sparkling face, 
A goddess and a mortal brightly mixed. 

Boomed on the air the hoarse, deep toll of bells ; 
For the sad iron tongue, death's preacher here, 
Did syllable its name in this grand globe. 
"What though they liyed a thousand years, that term, 
E'en like our own brief span, would glide away. 
Now did the great procession sweep along, 
And the dark grave receive the Jovian dead. 
Not as with us, no doubter sorrowed there, 
For all believed soul's life, the mortal frame 
But as a worn-out garment, worthless now — 
The rough, crushed shell which held the spirit-pearl, 
The cloud an instant drawn before the sun. 
They knew the lost was lost not, but had clothed 
Its loftier self with never-fading light, 
Mounting the beam-lined sky, and finding heaven 
Beyond those central stars — the clustering suns 
We nightly view, yet scarcely may believe 
Their glorious story — stars that charmed their eyes, 
Filled them with hope, and lit the path to bliss ; 
Stars, all the universe should watch and love. 



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THE IMMORTALS; 

OR, 

GLIMPSES OF PARADISE. 



BOOK X. 



Farewell the lord of planets, and its calm 
Majestic sages ! onward still they speed. 
Behold a world in grandeur next to Jove, 
The sage-perplexing marvel of the sky, 
Hanging in space, a beauteous mystery, 
Ringed with a glory, fair yet wonderful ! 
Behold a world, slow-forming ! ( 18 ) cast by God 
On the wide bosom of the ethery waste, 
Long ages orbed and cooled, but passing still 
Thro' countless changes, like our globe of old : 
World, where no Eden yet hath smiled in flowers, 
Nor man, a living soul, awoke from clay ; 
But monsters, wild and fearful, strange, immense, 



172 THE IMMORTALS. 

Wander sole monarchs of the troubled scene, 
While Nature, with her slow but errless hand, 
Builds the high mountain, hollows out the vale, 
And spreads the seas, for races yet unborn. 

" Spirit ! mark well this huge, unfinished globe ! 
Yet know, for countless ages, thine own star 
Strove with like savage wildness, ere it grew 
The thing of loveliness it now appears. 
Earth's swift-revolving and illumined belt, 
Like Saturn's circle, I remember well : 
Parting, it dashed upon your shaken world, 
Kaising the Equator high, and settling there ; 
And so will Saturn's fall, ere man be placed, 
Free of all danger, on its solid orb." 

" How long, angel ! ere this threatening ring 
Will sink, as thou dost say, and leave the moons 
Alone in silvery pride to light the globe, 
And Saturn, now unpeopled, smile like earth ?" 
•" The hour is chronicled in God's great book ; 
That hour may come a myriad ages hence — 
Time long to thee, and yet a scarce-seen grain 
Amid the sands of never-ending years." 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 17& 

" Oh, tell me what is meant by that dread word, 
So oft pronounced on earth — eternity !" 

" Late child of clay ! as yet thou canst not grasp 
The lengths and depths of passing, measured Time,, 
Much less the awful days that know no bound. 
Countless as seem yon worlds, and all the suns,, 
Star-dust that strews the infinite abyss, 
Mind can embrace them ; matter hath an end ;, 
But where is your beginning, ages gone ? 
And thy long cycles who can measure out, 
Eternity to come ? — Great King of heaven ! 
Who sittest on the throne those ages rear, 
Thou only know'st what endless days may mean, 
For Thou dost guide Time's rushing chariot-wheels 
Along Creation's flaming mountain-tops. 
In Thee the years began, from Thee they flow, 
And they will close, if e'er they close, in Thee ; 
For Thou dost mingle with eternity, 
Yet not eternity can bow thy power, 
Nor dread eternity exhaust thy love !" 

The Angel paused, with face uplift to heaven ; 
Devotion filled his bright, immortal eyes, 



174 THE IMMORTALS. 

Now fixed in incommunicable thought. 

Strange splendour on him fell, rich-flooding down 

From some mysterious source ; his form tower'd high, 

His wings spread out, an arch of amethyst ; 

His hands were clasped in meekness, but his brow, 

Sublime and still, upturning to the stars, 

Flashed whitely with intolerable beams, 

As if his ardent feelings, lofty thoughts, 

All the outbreathing mind, were centred there. 



The travellers passed the gulf to Herschel's star,* 
And outer Neptune — last and lonely link 
In the grand chain of worlds that gird the sun. ( 19 ) 
Faint grew the light, until the sun himself 
Lost all his golden wealth of torrid beams, 
And, like a king dethroned, put off his pomp, 
His diadem, his radiant robes of state, 
And sat dejected in the shadowy sky, 
"With pale regret, and sullen discontent, 
Stamped on his coldly-waning, mournful brow. 

Neptune and Uranus that, dim and far, 
Sweep their tremendous round — the babe on earth 

* Uranus. 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 175 

Is born, gains manhood, drops with silvery head, 
Like o'erripe fruit, into the waiting grave, 
Ere, their Spring past, another Spring arrives, 
To crown the slow-paced year. worlds of frost ! 
So we, blind mortals, cry, and bless our lot — 
"Worlds of waste snow, and melancholy rain, 
And biting winds, and deep, enduring gloom, 
Far exiled from the beaming lord of day ! 
If black Remorse did crave a dreary home, 
If hard Misanthropy would spurn mankind, 
And Sorrow weep her cankered heart away, 
They'd dwell in these benighted, joyless worlds. 

Awake ! renounce such error — mighty globes, 
Huge as a hundred earths, were never launched 
Majestic on the sky, and hung with moons, ( 20 ) 
Betokening foresight, care, and anxious love, 
Only to harbour pain — the lands of death. 
The pilgrims hovered o'er great Neptune's side, 
As he walked space, a Titan, laying bare 
His ancient bosom to the distant blaze. 
They saw how "Wisdom, Mercy, triumphed here ; 
How gloom and iron frost, though tyrants oft, 
Held no perpetual reign. When stole the beams, 



176 THE IMMORTALS. 

Chilly and dim, across the waste of sky, 
They pierced a dense and phosphorus-shining air y 
That, glowing unconsumed, evolved a light 
Genial as rays that bathe our own fair world ; 
While cherished fires, within the globe's great heart, 
Sent gently upward never-failing heat. 

Yes, in deep wonder Earth's young traveller gazed 
Along the equator, 'round the tempered zones ; 
Fertility laughed there, and gaily spread 
Her emerald robe o'er all the heathy plains, 
Topp'd the high hills with forests, filled the vales 
With blushing roses, golden daffodils ; 
And Beauty trailed her sinuous, silver streams, 
And oval'd oft her reed-marged, dimpling lake, 
While happy, sportive beasts, and large-winged birds 
Sailing the air, or thrilling it with song, 
Gave life and cheerfulness to every scene. 

Oh ! say not human races all distinct, 
Their forms unlike, their destinies apart, 
People the planets ; the same Being made 
Each shapeful orb, and launched it round the sun. 
The hill, the watered vale, the leafy wood, 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 177 

The exalting grandeur of the solemn sea ; 
These all accord, in each fair world alike : 
Oneness pervades — an universal law — 
The map of Nature, and the map of man ; 
We're all affianced, breathe one common air ; 
All walk the globes with foreheads to the sky, 
All in our great Creator's image cast, 
All dying but to pass to endless life. 

Thus Neptune, by kind laws illumed and warmed, 
Though ploughing depths so cold, so far away, 
Displayed each scene that charms the human sense. 
The busy palaced city humm'd with life : 
The brown - thatched hamlet, straggling by the 

stream, 
Sent up blue wreaths of smoke o'er patriarch-trees ; 
The rustling corn-fields waved their golden pride ; 
The gallant vessel sailed the breezy deep ; 
Man toiled, pursued his pleasure, smiled or wept : 
Life's varied drama, as on earth, was played, 
Save the long year, the slow, slow journeying year 
Beyond our century marched, and mortals lived 
In Neptune, oldest of the planet- worlds, 
Long as the time great Babylon could boast 



178 THE IMMORTALS. 

From founding Nimrod, till her towery pride, 
And all her strength of ages, strewed the waste. 

The Angel woke Bernardin from his dream 
Of pleasing wonder, that the flowers of life 
Bloomed in such distant fields. " Thou standest now 
On thy proud System's outer, closing world, 
Yet marvels lie beyond these seeming bounds. 
Behold where comes, slow-moving up the void, 
Diffuse, immense, yet lone and melancholy, 
Yon comet wandering for a thousand years !" 

" How awful is its aspect ! even here, 
Angel ! I tremble, such dread mystery 
Wraps the strange nature of these baneful stars ; 
Wellmay earth's children, shuddering, watch their course. 
God maketh nought in vain — then why create 
These useless terrors, threatening startled worlds ?" 

" Thou sayest well — God mouldeth nought in vain ; 
Comets perplex, their missions half unknown, 
Hidden amid the wonders Nature shrouds 
In her great workshop of the universe. 
Man ever dreads the things in darkness veiled ; • 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 17$ 

Thus comets awe his soul. They rarely spread 

Disaster in their wide, erratic flight ; 

Yet heaven at times doth send their filmy forms 

E'en as a deadly scourge. They pass near worlds, 

Poisoning their healthful air, and, with strong power, 

Drawing wide oceans over continents. 

So perished once thy earth, yet never more 

A comet will approach to drown thy race." ( 21 ) 



jries, 



" Great angel ! I would pierce all myste] 
And grasp all wonders." 

" "Wait — thou art immortal ? 
Thou hast eternity to climb and learn. 
But ere we leave thy System, thou must see 
That marvel of all marvels formed of dust — 
That life-upholder — power of Nature's powers — 
King of the worlds — we must approach the sun." 



" Will it not burn to ashes e'en my essence ? 
I shudder at its fierce and ceaseless fire." 

" Ethereal substance can defy the flame, 
And safely dash through lightning — follow me !' 
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180 THE IMMORTALS. 

Back through the ethery waste the voyagers sped ; 
They passed the comet, lagging soon behind ; 
Meteors of silvery light, they flashed beneath] 
Saturn's pale belt, and, swiftly winging o'er 
The gulf of silence and cold solitude, 
Threaded the yellow moons of mighty Jove. 
The wandering starlets sang across their path ; 
They heard the dash, where rolled on rocks of pearl 
The seas, the Summer-seas, of happy Mars. 
Sweeping near mountain'd Earth, they plainly saw 
The fiery tops of Andes, and the snow 
Pillaring the electric pole. Warm Venus' hills, 
Alive, and brilliant with a million flowers, 
Far back on ether breathed delicious scents, 
As if her odorous soul still lingered there. 
Then, leaving Mercury basking in the beam, 
They paused before that glory, awing man, 
God's mightiest, dreadest work — the wondrous Sun. 

He trembled, as the Angel bade him look : 
There glows no brighter, more terrific blaze, 
Save one, to which this splendour is a shade — 
The light that veils thy brow, Omnipotence ! 
He trembled, while conducted through the gates 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 181 

Of pure electric flame, and lightnings streamed 

Continuous, up the incandescent air ; 

He trembled as he reached the solid globe ; 

Nought there resembled earth — all, all most strange : 

Wonder, the child of Terror, hushed his voice ; 

And as he saw the Angel's shining form 

Dilate with pride, as if that awful scene 

Inspired no dread, but only lofty thought, 

He bowed, and hid his face, and trembled more. 

Mysteries there are man's soul shall never solve : 
Not all the wisdom he hath hived on earth, 
Not all his dreams, his gazings on the heavens, . 
Since first the Asian watched the fields of sky, 
Have read the inscrutable, the wondrous laws 
That govern Day's grand orb. How virtue dwells 
In matter unendowed with will or life, 
Swaying the planets that must ever bend 
Vassals before his throne : how luminous clouds, 
Electrical, and white with active heat, 
Gird all his mighty body, while beneath 
The unmelting, labouring, massive globe revolves 
Stupendous on its axis ;* how those clouds 

* The sun rotates on his axis in 25 days and 7 hours. 



182 THE IMMORTALS. 

Thrill the thin ether, brilliant wave on wave 
Flashing the beam through cheered immensity, 
And onward still, beyond the planets' range, 
Beyond the comets', till the glimmerings fall 
Faintly on other suns ; and this full blaze 
Evolved unceasing, unconsumed, undimmed, 
Through the long lapse of ages baffling thought — 
Oh, all are marvels fearful as sublime ! 
Man, lost, perplexed, doth own the lofty truths, 
Thinks deeply, speculates, weaves fancies wild, 
And, weaving fancies, drops into the grave. 

The guardian angel led earth's pilgrim on, 
The place to him familiar as a home ; 
And each new wonder, wonder followed still. 
It was not solitude that 'round them spread, 
For beings mortal-limbed, with brows of light, 
"Walked thoughtfully those radiant solar plains ; ( 22 ) 
It was no land of woe, no penal realm, 
For, roofed by clouds high-arched above the sphere, 
Screening the electric fires that blazed without, 
Beauty prevailed, and coolness, and sweet winds, 
White brooks were seen, and many-coloured trees, 
And golden flowers that breathed of Eden's fields, 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 183 

And valleys hung with thick, melodious shade, 
And mountain-paths that led to still retreats. 
O God, thou dost delight in all things fair, 
And rich, and beautiful, and fraught with joy, 
And thus thy goodness fills e'en suns with life — 
Suns which are resting-places, gardens bright, 
For angels and thy Ministers, who sweep 
World-covered space to bear thy holy will — 
The home of beings higher raised than man, 
The linking lands between the humbler globes 
They sway and lighten, and thy glorious heaven. 

They stood upon a mountain in the sun, 
A pinnacle o'ertopping Teneriffe, 
As pyramids outsoar a cotter's home. 
While mused the two on that high, radiant hill, 
Viewing far off a wide-spread solar sea, 
Heaving cool waves upon a silvery shore, 
A glory slowly glided down the air ; 
And now a dazzling form beside them stood : 
Great majesty made calm his noble brow, 
The stern and grand soft blent with loveliness : 
Benevolence and wisdom filled his eyes ; 
His ruby-coloured wings were folded up, 



184 THE IMMORTALS. 

Flashing no more red splendour, and his feet 
Shone golden fire, but burnt not flowers beneath. 
He looked a god, yet, with kind, placid face, 
Seemed, while so mighty, gentle as a saint. 

Such was the immortal ruler of the sun, 
And all the suns boast rulers like to him, 
Appointed to their lofty trusts by Heaven, 
And granted power o'er solar elements. 
That radiant being knew the angelic guide, 
And bade him hail, and welcomed both with smiles. 
He pointed upwards with his dazzling hands, 
Where clearly shone, through rifts of gorgeous clouds, 
The Pleiad glories in the outer blue ; 
Those lovely orbs woke dreams of distant heaven ; 
And all knelt down to worship on the hill, 
And waft their prayers to that far Eden-Land, 
Blessing its mighty Monarch. Then they rose, 
And the sun's bright- crowned lord, with kind farewell,, 
Embraced them both, and went his shining way. 

" Soul, thou hast traversed thy wide System now, 
The glowing counterpart of Systems spread 
Like dust in yonder depths. Say, wilt thou mount, 



JOURNEY THROUGH THE SOLAR SYSTEM. 185 

And trace new world on world — new sun on sun, 
And slake thy thirst for knowledge at the wells 
Infinitude supplies ? or wilt thou pass 
Straightway across the void, bright-bridged by beams,. 
And join Earth's loved ones in the realms of peace ?" 

Bernardin mused with fixed and downcast eyes, 
Then spoke in low-breathed tones : 

" The works of God 
Are wondrous, beautiful, and well may raise 
Awe, and devotion, and transcendent thoughts ; 
But something tells me now, not wisdom's wealth. 
Grandeur that dazzles, glories that exalt, 
But sympathy and feeling are the springs 
Of inward pleasure, peace, and perfect joy. 
Our human souls draw bliss from other souls ; 
In splendid solitude we tire and mourn ; 
I feel my finite powers e'en now o'ertasked, 
And sigh for humbler objects, mind's repose : 
Blest Angel, hear me ! guide my feet to rest ! 
Lead me to her, the loving, pure, and good ! 
For her dear presence, and the pardoning smile 
Of Him we worship, great Creation's lord, 



186 THE IMMORTALS. 

Gladly I'll turn from Nature's glorious face, 

Her countless beauties, dread sublimities ; 

For these, surveyed through everlasting years, 

Would scarcely fill with bliss the craving heart. 

I once deemed rapture lay enshrined in depths 

Of science, thought, and proud philosophy, 

And burned to pass eternity among 

The flaming orbs seen dimly from our world ; 

But now, though Nature, knowledge, yield their joy, 

I feel, I feel, the greatest joy is love, 

True rapture centering all in love and God." 



187 



THE IMMORTALS; 

OK, 

GLIMPSES OF PARADISE. 



BOOK XI. 



How many fear to image to their souls 
The bright eternal land, but live content 
With shadowy hopes, and vague, unmeaning dreams ! 
They shrink as 'twere too bold to lift their gaze 
Up yon blue heights, and say heaven lieth there, 
That angels wing the broad cerulean calm, 
Visit the stars, and our glad, beauteous Earth. 
They reverence God, and think that angels live, 
But dare not give them an abiding home. 
Man hath his home, the beast and bird have homes ; 
Shall spirits, then, have no high dwelling-place, 
But homeless wander through the universe, 
The orphan-exiles of eternity ? 



188 THE IMMORTALS. 

Shall Deity, though filling earth and sky, 

Have no peculiar home ? — Oh, dust we are, 

Yet Mind declares, in yon starr'd ether-depths 

A heaven exists, not vapourous, built of dreams, 

Floating on nothing and on nothing based, 

But a grand, real, and resplendent realm, 

For beings of celestial substance formed, 

Teeming with beauties, stored with all things bright, 

Proud centre of creation, world of worlds, 

A sphere of glory, while a home of joy. 

O man, that strainest all thy powers to grasp 
Poor tinsel honours in this gaudy world, 
Knowing how brief their glitter : who dost build 
Gay, sumptuous palaces for weeds at last 
To choke the marble halls, and owls to sit 
Hooting on broken pillars through the night ; 
Who rearest pyramids with hopes as high, 
To dare the worst that giant Time can do ; 
But lo ! with surly, sure, and ruthless power, 
Stone after stone he wears, and topples down, 
Then points at pride's eternity, and laughs : 
Who spreadest mighty cities, quick with life, 
Fill'st them with all things costly 'neath the sun, 



PARADISE. 189 

With gold of Ophir, gems, and Indian wealth, 
While chariots roll, and Pleasure wakes her lyre ; 
Ah ! vain — the ages sweep ; the Spoiler comes ; 
She pours her vial out ; she striketh down 
Art's great creations, trampling pomp in dust. 
Now India's wealth, swift chariots, Pleasure's harp, 
The hero's wreath, the monarch's dazzling throne, 
Have shrunk into a mound where peasants stray, 
And vacant whistle o'er unshapen stones, 
And plovers cry, and build among the grass, 
While Evening suns smile faintly as in grief, 
And the cold moon makes stillness e'en more still. 

Yes, man, this doom awaits thy works and thee 
Stern truth doth preach it in unwilling ears ; 
Nought stands unchanged, nought conquers time onearth. 
Then burst the fetters that would chain thy hopes, 
Thy soul's ambition, to this lower world, 
And let them, like freed eagles, soar away. 
Strive for those honours crowning virtue's brow, 
In lands where wreaths are fadeless as the stars ; 
Where joy and love are soul's great pyramids 
Of everlasting strength, and endless date : 
Aspire to palaces, whose jasper walls 



190 THE IMMORTALS. 

Will ne'er grow dim, or crumble in decay, 
Death never entering there to sadden hearts. 
Think of the cities, not like ours upreared 
Of perishable stone, but built by hands 
Whose touch imparts an immortality — 
Built on the eternal plains beyond those suns, 
Whose silver- shining radiance lights them up ; 
Cities, whose dwellers flock from countless stars, 
To join the angel-hosts that never fell ; 
Cities, whose loveliness still grows with time, 
Where beauty, glory, unconceived by clay, 
Fold all things like a brilliant, circling air ; 
Beauty and glory, the wide-beaming smile 
Of the great Father of eternity. 

She died in green Madeira ; on her grave, 
Not sweeter, brighter, than her virtues shone, 
The rose and violet bloomed ; they loved the spot. 
As if her beauty and her goodness lent 
The very sod a sanctity and charm. 
Cecile, when freed from earth's eclipsing shade, 
And entering, robed in beams, the immortal land, 
Might not her meeting keep in that lone vale, 
Where first her eyes unclosed, and first she loved, 



CECILE. 191 

But guardian angel-arms received her soul. 
Go, mount yon hill, when heaven displays no cloud, 
And our worn, weary planet turns her side 
On ether's bed to sleep, while watchful stars, 
"With golden lamps, light soft her deep repose ; 
Then wilt thou see — awaking brightest thoughts — 
The line of beams down-quivering from the orb, 
The loveliest of the Pleiads ; up that road, 
Which led to Eden-Land through stars and suns, 
The angels bore the spirit of Cecile. 

A vision shines upon our mortal gaze — 
The arms celestial are outstretched in love, 
And there the gentle spirit trustful rests, 
Silently rising through the liquid blue — 
Rests like an infant cradled in our world, 
Dreaming of those bright bowers the Mother's lips 
Have early painted to its wondering heart, 
The sinless bowers of far-off paradise. 
The wings arch widely o'er the ascending soul, 
As though they would protect some fragile thing, 
Fragile yet precious, and the travelling beams, 
Erom distant suns, fall mellowing on the group, 
"Wrapping each form in softest, golden haze. 



192 THE IMMORTALS. 

Oh, those meek, joy-lit eyes are raised to eyes 
That beam encouraging and tender light ! 
Her brow, on which no earthly shadow rests, 
Glows with a holy ecstasy of thought, 
Glows with a conscious immortality. 
The ethereal form, that ne'er again shall fade, 
Shines forth, by God's preserving, powerful law, 
A glorious likeness of the gentle clay 
That once moved beauteous in our lower world. 
The face is young Cecile's ; those features wear 
All, all their mortal sweetness, but assume 
Expression more exalted, beaming too 
With smiles more heavenly-bright than smiles on earth. 
And there she leans upon the angelic arms, 
Borne up the azure by those guardian Powers ; 
She sighs not for earth's scenes now left behind, 
Bound for a land more lovely, more sublime ; 
She mourns not for the hearts that mourn her flight ; 
1 Tis but a moment, and again they'll meet 
In starry halls, and everlasting bliss. 

She mounts, her burning feelings all unquenched, 
And all earth's tender memories active still. 
But 'midst her longings for the eternal shores, 



CECILE. 193 

She yearns o'er one dear image — one loved voice 

Einging remembered music in her ear. 

Oh, where is he — her own in mortal hours, 

Who soothed her couch of death — and yet not death, 

Only a vista to more lofty life ; 

Who wept her exit to the bowers of bliss, 

And sighed so sadly as she passed from earth — 

That sigh the last dear sound she caught below, 

Lingering upon the air, and drawing back 

Her last, long glances, till they turned above, 

And fixed upon the angels, and the skies. 

She goes before, yet feels the time will come 
When their disparted lots once more will blend, 
Like the smooth Summer- waves the ship may cleave, 
Joining again in brightness, and in peace. 
Oh, hastening, blest reunion ! surely God 
Smiles on a love so faithful, pure as theirs ; 
For his bright throne is built on holy love ; 
His laws, though changing not, are breathed in love ; 
Wide space is decked with globes upheld by love, 
And love divine will rule the eternal years. 

Her hands are crossed upon her hopeful breast, 



194 THE IMMORTALS. 

Her eyes seem momently to beam more bright, 
As though they drank fresh lustre from each star 
The seraphs bear her past. Fair child of earth ! 
Sweet daughter of a prized yet erring race ! 
Dear spirit wakened to new life and bliss ! 
Saved by the power that will not crush the frail, 
The mercy that exalts the lowly heart — 
Ascend, blest soul ! ascend, young loving saint ! 
Speed thee to heaven ! an amaranthine crown 
Waits in the skies, to wreathe thy spotless brow. 

The Angel and his charge had left the sun ; 
They plunged through ether till the planets looked, 
With all their tossing oceans, and high hills 
Sublime with storm and thunder, but as sparks, 
Or silver dew-drops on the fields of sky ; 
Those drops waned fainter, fainter, then were lost ; 
The thirsty depths of space had drunk them up ; 
And the fierce sun himself had cooled his brow, 
The royal giant, with his shafts of flame, 
Dwarfed to a common, twinkling, tiny star. 

And now they paused — not wearied with their flight 
O'er that stupendous gulf, but paused to gaze 



THE LAST JOURNEY. 195 

More calmly on the glory, strange, immense, 
Fast widening in the sky, as other worlds 
Shrank off remote, and paled their feebler fires. 
They halted in a star, the last that moved 
In vassal beauty 'round the sun of suns, 
Placed haply there that spirits might alight, 
And meditate awhile, and calm their thoughts,. 
Humbly preparing for the last great scene, 
The entrance of that land God fills with smiles,. 
The land of glory, melody, and joy, 
The Paradise of beatific rest. 

'Twas on an opal terrace flushed with beams, 
While brightly 'round the rich-rayed Pleiads burned, 
The Immortals stood ; their late wide- spreading wings 
That swept the ether-waves like oars of flame, 
Lay moveless and unruffled at their sides ; 
So peace will follow passion. On the winds, 
Soft-blowing, and impregnate with perfume, 
Floated their locks, each hair a line of gold ; 
Their foreheads beamed with thought ; their radiant 

limbs, 
Immortal, yet as mortals' graceful shaped, 
Glowed pure as veinless marble, with a blush 
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196 THE IMMORTALS. 

Falling upon them from the roseate heavens ; 
Their eyes, fixed steadfastly on worlds afar, 
Flashed self-lit splendour — eyes no art might paint, 
Brilliant yet soft, and full of issuing mind — 
Eyes we might fancy liquid diamonds, blent 
With tempering melted pearls, still open wide, 
And drinking in the gorgeous, wondrous scene — 
Eyes, like the worlds they gazed on, doomed to shine 
With pure, unclouded ray, for evermore. 

The angelic pilgrims in deep silence mused, 
But he, late mortal, slowly stooped his head 
Before the blaze of that grand fount of beams, 
And, lost in fervid worship, clasped his hands. 

The realms of beauty and eternal Spring 
Shone distant still athwart the crystal sky, 
Yet their fine vision pierced the abyss between ; 
And plainly now, entranced, enrapt, they saw 
The holy mountains and the vales of peace, 
The rivers with their shores of lucid pearl, 
The trees of life, and never-dying flowers, 
While the thin, radiant ether bore across 
The parting void, distinct to spirit-ears, 



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Pulsations of rich music, floods of song — 
Such man ne'er heard in grosser earthly air — 
Music soft-floating from those spheres, to tell 
Not only Glory built her palace there 
Of starry wonder, and unfading pomp, 
But Joy sat ever at the feet of God. 

The lofty Angel touched his bending charge, 
And raised him from his knees. The child of earth 
Heard eagerly the Immortal, as he strove 
To unfold the mysteries of the eternal state, 
And shadow faintly forth the abode of bliss, 
Which lay in prospect, like a golden dream 
Blessing a saint's calm slumbers. Fear and doubt 
Oppressed him not, but boldness, sprung from trusty 
Upheld his soul, and peace diffused its calm, 
While some compelling influence seemed to draw 
His strong desires to that celestial land. 

Then rose the thought that she, the fond and loved 
In mortal moments, waited for him there — 
Waited beside the glass-clear founts of life, 
Or her fair, shining forehead wreathed with flowers,. 
Born of the beams in vales that knew no night. 







198 THE IMMORTALS. 

Impatient fancy saw his dear Cecile, 
Lovely as when she died on that sweet shore 
Lashed by earth's ocean-waves. Her very face 
Seemed smiling there, all sonl, all joy, all peace ; 
The very thoughts that warmed her human heart, 
Love for her God and him, illumed her eyes. 
Yes, there she bent, that fond, expectant saint, 
In voiceless worship, sweetest quietude, 
Happy, yet knowing still more joy would come, 
The meek, the trusting, and the beautiful. 

picture blest that drew his mental gaze, 
And fanned his eagerness to wildest flame ! 
He rose — he spread his arms — his longing heart 
Was stirred by strong impatience, till he shook 
E'en like the aspen touched by Evening's breeze, 
Trembling with tender pleasure ; and his eyes 
Turned yearningly to that far glorious land, 
As though its light were life. Then, brow all 

smiles, 
Stood forth the angel ready to renew 
The flight across the sky. Outlaunching swift, 
The two, on meteor-pinions, sped their way, 
Cleaving the yielding, surge-like, azure calm, 



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And every moment, lightnings to them slow, 
Nearing the Eden of the universe. 

We close the scene ; we follow not their course ; 
Too bright, too holy, is celestial ground 
For mortal foot to tread ; while linked to dust, 
'Twere better humbly wait, believe, and hope. 
When life's thick shades depart — for life is night, 
Truth's open day will flash on raptured mind, 
Kevealing all we burn to know and see ; 
Mystery now curtains close those hallowed realms, 
And Eeverence lowly bends, and hides her face. 

Oh, the blest meeting of those faithful hearts I 
Now did they find that knowledge, though the source 
Of lofty bliss, and worthy deathless soul, 
Is but as wintry ice which melts away 
Before the Summer of celestial love ; 
Now did they find the affections will survive 
The wreck of things material — heaven's true flowers 
Immortal in their beauty, doomed to blow 
On the bright forehead of eternity. 
The mem'ry of their human frailties past, 
Care, sorrow, and the mortal body's pain, 



200 THE IMMORTALS. 

Would but enhance their hallowed rapture now. 
Oh ! the fond meeting of those happy souls ! 
Their lot henceforth to roam this glorious world, 
Beneath the smile of pleased Omnipotence ; 
To pluck the fruits of joy, not scant and crude, 
As found on earth, but large, and rich, and ripe ; 
To press up wisdom's hills, soul taking in 
Still widening views of wonder and of truth ; 
To bow together at the Eternal feet, 
Defying death, and knowing that no more 
Their day of happiness would wane to night, 
Or love's bright rose one leaf of fragrance drop — 
This was itself reward — itself a heaven. 



Our lay has ceased ; a mortal, blind and frail, 
Hath dared from this low sphere, this darkened earth, 
Ascend in thought, and, on weak, flagging wing, 
Pierce skyey depths where roam angelic forms, 
And the stars sing their golden -chiming hymns ; 
Hath dared, with reverential awe, to dream 
In what far region, screened from mortal view, 
Placed in the midst of Nature's vast expanse, 
The home of souls, the abode of bliss may be. 
God, why hast thou dower'd weak creatures here 



CONCLUSION. 201 

With the strong, restless wish to lift the veil 
That shrouds the hidden, unconceptioned land, 
If such a quenchless longing be a crime ? 
Why granted reason, if we may not use 
Its searching powers that raise us o'er the brute ? 
Why given us fancy, if its eagle-wings 
'Twere best to clip, and check each wish to soar 
Above life's narrow walks, and fleeting scenes ? 

To long with ardour to behold God's worlds, 
Sighing for loftier powers than bless us now ; 
To feed upon the wonders of His works 
In matter and in spirit ; to adore 
The Father of all life, and, while we feel 
This world of change is not our final home, 
To mount in dreams made bright by joyous hope, 
To yonder land of peace, and love, and bliss — 
This is all worthy soul, the breath of God, 
This is a proof of our immortal doom. 

Thou central star, that beam'st so softly-pure, 
Swaying the worlds, while pointing glory's home J 
Ye angels, haunting earth and guarding man ! 
Bright paradise, that bloom'st in yon far depths t 



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Still let us dream of ye, still hail ye, truths, 
Prized, golden truths, that hallowed music make, 
Cheering our hearts, while journeying here below. 
But all traced faintly on this transient page, 
Is but a glimpse to soul's dim vision given, 
Of the great mysteries filling earth and sky : 
Such glimpse is like that narrow, crimson edge 
Trembling around some dense and sable cloud, 
Which hides the splendour of the setting sun ; 
It draws the gaze, but only shines to tell 
How brightly burns the glory, veiled behind. 



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OR, 

GLIMPSES OF PARADISE. 



NOTES. 



0). Page 12. 

What though God's Eden-land be far away, 
He sends them thus to all the peopled worlds. 

We are authorised to believe, from numerous statements in 
Scripture, that spiritual Intelligences frequently visit the world 
we inhabit: in other words, that many beatified spirits are 
permitted by God, at certain seasons, to quit the regions of bliss, 
in order to traverse His immense empire, to investigate His 
glorious works, and perform offices of good in relation to creatures 
still in-the mortal state. By the term spiritual Intelligences, we 
must be understood to mean the beatified souls of those once 
called mortals, as well as the happy beings never associated with 
perishing clay, but who were created at the first by God, pure, 
angelic existences, endowed with immortality. 

(*). Page 14. 

Spirit is substance, or material things 
Would bow not to its power. 

It is a common thing to hear individuals affirm that the human 
soul or spirit has no substance, form, or any thing akin to what 



204 THE IMMORTALS. 

we term matter. They speak without reflection, for their assertion 
would reduce at once the soul of man to a mere thought or 
abstract idea. Now thoughts and ideas are simply effects ; that 
is, they are emanations from some higher source, and cannot of 
themselves live, hope, sorrow, or rejoice. The soul, therefore, 
must be something beyond these — a subtile, ethereal essence, 
assuming shape, and endowed with every faculty necessary to a 
conscious being. All must admit that it will be as easy for 
Omnipotence to develop or expand the existing spiritual essence, 
giving it, though invisible to our grosser senses, form, symmetry, 
and independent capacity of motion, and to supply it with visual 
powers, and other modes of perception, as it was easy for Him to 
create the first corporeal visible man, and endow him with 
mortal organs. 

Yet what the substance in reality may be which constitutes 
spirit, it would be hopeless to inquire. We know, however, that 
it must be something not subject to change or decay ; and while 
superior to injury or accident, it must be endowed with intense 
vitality ; a vitality inherent, and not bestowed for a season ; a 
vitality which, unlike that of the perished frame, requires no 
support from without, itself constituting the essence of being : 
the former was organised for time ; the latter has perceptive 
faculties for eternity : the one being a faint image of the divine 
Creator ; the other (we speak of spirits virtuous and good) being 
a nearer likeness, with faculties sharpened, and endowments 
enlarged, as compared with those which it knew when united to 
clay, yet carrying forward, from the mortal to the immortal state, 
reason and memory, reflective powers and feelings, all that it 
once possessed or experienced, but now strengthened, refined, and 
exalted, with its own glorified and elevated nature. 

( 3 ). Page 15. 

Our air birds sail ; a million times refined, 
The blue abyss is swept by angel-plumes. 
It has been a point long disputed whether space be an utter 
vacuum, or pervaded by a subtile fluid which we term ether. 
The mind of man is incapable of forming an idea of an absolute 
" nothing," any more than it can grasp the conception of that 
which is infinite. That the Almighty, among other purposes, has 



NOTES. 205 

•designed space as a medium for the transmission of light from 
world to world, is obvious; and if the " undulatory theory" of 
light be the correct one — a theory which supposes an agitation of 
the ether by electric bodies, wave forcing wave onward with 
incredible velocity — then must space be occupied by a substance, 
attenuated it is true, but still a material fluid, as proved by the 
fact that something is excited. If space, then, be pervaded by 
a subtile gaseous matter, no objection can be urged, on physical 
grounds, to the opinion that angelic beings easily traverse it ; 
and from the rarity of this matter, it follows, that they may be 
enabled to move with a swiftness of which we can form no 
adequate conception. 

(+). Page 18. 

Are their eyes dim with viewing new suns flame, 
And old ones wane to darkness ? 

Among the most extraordinary phenomena witnessed in the 
starry heavens, may be named the sudden breaking forth of new 
stars, and the disappearance of old ones. Several instances, well 
authenticated, are on record, which place the question beyond 
a doubt that the objects perceived were not meteors, but bodies 
stationed among the recognized stars. In 1572, Tycho Brahe 
detected a new star in the constellation Cassiopeia, "occupying 
a position which had previously been blank." It continued to 
increase in brilliancy, but after remaining visible for two years, it 
passed away, and has not again been seen. Herschel missed in 
succession several stars which had been located in certain places, 
according to the catalogues, for ages. During 1828, astronomers 
lost a star in Virgo (No. 42), and, by no efforts since, have they 
been able to discover it. 

A satisfactory explanation of these mysterious occurrences has 
never been given. Whether the stars have appeared and dis- 
appeared, owing to the great eccentricity of their orbits, we 
seeing them only on their nearest approach to our System; 
whether new worlds have actually been created ; or whether, on 
the other hand, the phenomenon indicates that the luminosity of 
some suns has indeed ceased, and that they are blotted out for ever 
from the face of Creation, as light-bearing bodies, it is not perhaps 
for man to decide. Yet who shall declare God's creative energy 



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206 THE IMMORTALS. 

at an end? — There is nothing unreasonable in supposing that 
still, from time to time, the Almighty summons into existence new 
suns with their accompanying newly-peopled Systems, as well as, 
in his infinite wisdom, he may deem it expedient to withdraw the 
light from some older luminaries, thus bringing their present 
economies and dispensations together with human existence, to a 
close. 

(s). Page 49. 

Te ken star-Islands, other Milky -Ways, 
Complete with all their suns. 

It is now generally admitted by astronomers that the Nebular 
patches of faint light, most of them being resolvable by powerful 
telescopes into stars, are firmaments resembling in every respect 
our own Via Lactea (Milky-Way). So inconceivable is the gulf 
between them and our astral system, that Sir William Herschel 
is of opinion that light, flying at the rate of twelve millions of miles 
in a minute, would not reach us from the nearest of those 
Nebulce in a less period than twenty thousand years. Yet such 
are the all-comprehending laws of gravitation, that we cannot but 
believe a connexion exists between those remote firmaments and 
our own. They also must have their centres of gravity ; they 
also, to maintain their respective distances, so that firmament 
shall not be drawn towards firmament, must revolve around 
superior Nebulce. In spite of the magnitude of the star-system 
seen through the constellation of Orion, there are the strongest 
reasons for believing that our Milky- Way is the most consider- 
able of all the Nebulae; consequently those outer and remote 
Systems may preserve their equilibrium and harmony, by 
revolving around our mightier mass. 

(e). Page 51. 

And 'mid the Pleiads shows the giant star, 
Whose power, wide-issuing, sways the universe. 

It by no means follows that the Central Sun, in order to control 
the motions of the surrounding luminaries, must of necessity 
exceed in magnitude all other globes combined, in the same pro- 
portion that our own sun surpasses in mass the united attendant 



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planets. The law obtaining in our Solar System may only be 
partially carried out, as regards the aggregate of the worlds. 
We find the multiple stars revolving around each other, without 
the presence of a greatly preponderating mass ; and we have only 
to apply their economy to the worlds at large, to be convinced 
how the Creator may have balanced the entire universe. "We 
contend, however, that a point has been found around which all 
the suns, composing our Milky-Way, revolve : that point is 
occupied, as Professor Maedlar has demonstrated, by Alcyone, a 
precedence and an unquestionable importance being thus given to 
the star so situated. At the same time, astronomers adduce facts 
to show that the magnitude of Alcyone immensely exceeds the 
magnitude of our own sun, and also many times that of the great 
stars Aldebaran and Sirius. 

('). Page 52. 

The Paradise of angels and of souls. 

That the celestial paradise is located in the heavens far above 
or beyond our world, Scripture everywhere intimates. We 
know that it must be somewhere, and the interesting and im- 
portant subject ought to engage our solemn attention. Dr. 
Thomas Dick, in his beautiful and truly Christian work on " The 
Future State," referring to the discovery of a Central Sun, 
remarks that, from its singular position and consequent im- 
portance and splendour, it may indeed be the spot appointed by 
God for the dwelling-place of beatified spirits, and where He may 
display his own peculiar glory. We can scarcely proceed so far 
as this ; but, with a reverence due to the subject, we may venture, 
without presuming to specify any particular world actually 
visible in the heavens, to suggest the extreme probability that 
the centre of the Almighty's universe would be chosen by Him as 
the fitting seat of the celestial Eden. The Pleiades having been 
proved to occupy such a centre, it follows that near these glorious 
worlds, or among them, the happy region may be situated. For 
any thing we know to the contrary, vast masses, or opaque ter- 
raqueous globes, may exist in proximity to this group of suns ; 
a group on which no one can gaze without being struck by its 
extraordinary configuration and beauty. Paradise, however 
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208 THE IMMORTALS. 

suns (the Pleiad-group contains in reality more than that number), 
would not be visible to us, by reflected light, at such an immense 
distance. It is indeed in accordance with all our ideas of lofty 
sanctity, that a place so holy and glorious should be concealed 
from the common gaze of mortals; yet, as we have stated, 
paradise must, if the Bible be true, have some location in space, 
and can any spot more august, more suitable, than the region 
named, be conceived by the finite mind ? 

( 8 ). Page 53. 

The Central Sun is but a lamp that lights, 
With smiles from God, the Eden-Land of souls. 

Alcyone, the presumed Central Sun, is the principal member of 
the Pleiad-group. From the earliest ages, the singular assem- 
blage of stars in the constellation of Taurus, called the Pleiades, 
has attracted the attention of astronomers. Their marked aspect, 
and, on a clear night, the appearance of their clustering apart 
from other stars, give them an interest and a significance 
irrespective of any other circumstance. The ancients invented a 
beautiful story in connexion with these stars. The Pleiades were 
the seven daughters of King Atlas and Pleone ; all, except the 
youngest, Merope, married immortals, and were raised to heaven 
to shine as a constellation. Merope, at her death, was also raised 
to share the honours of her six sisters, only that she exhibited 
far less lustre than they. It is indeed difficult to discover her 
star in the group without the aid of a glass. Thus Merope, for 
marrying a mortal, has been called the "lost Pleiad." The other 
six present a beautiful spectacle. The ancients imagined the 
Pleiad-group to be composed of these seven stars, but, under a 
telescope of no great power, more than one hundred can be perceived, 
some possibly being smaller bodies, others ranged further back in 
space, but all comprised within a compass so small, that they 
might be covered by the moon when at her full. This extra- 
ordinary cluster of stars, while its picturesque form charms the 
spectator, suggests the idea that some cause exists for such a 
close aggregation of suns. It is no ordinary group ; it is unique 
in the heavens; and if it be proved the central point of the 
universe, and that those suns have some office to serve, beyond all 
other created luminaries, then we shall regard the Pleiades with 



NOTES. 209 

an interest never felt for them by the ancients — an interest ever 
increasing as the subject is studied, and we contemplate their 
importance and beauty. 

( 9 ). Page 61. 

'Round the grand sun of suns, the Central World. 

If our sun, which, according to Sir William Herschel, i& 
situated somewhat within the great stratum of stars composing 
the Milky- Way, occupies, in making one revolution around its 
companion star in Hercules, an immense period of time, and a 
longer period again in moving with its fellow around the Central 
Sun, then the suns, forming the outer belt of the Milky- Way, 
will occupy periods proportioned to their distances, in their orbital 
progress around the same Central World. The cycle, named in 
the text, may be supposed that point of time when all the suns 
shall have performed one or more revolutions around the great 
centre of gravity where Alcyone is situated. 

0°). Page 65. 

For quiverings e'en of feeble song on earth 
Cease not, tho' mortals may believe they cease 3 
Thrilling deep space for ever. 

The hypothesis that sound, once commenced, has no cessation,, 
the vibrations, however diffused or slight they become, continuing 
to be vibrations even beyond our atmosphere, may with difficulty 
win belief, yet is it based on absolute physical laws. The theory 
would intimate that the waves of sound will as certainly pass 
through the great spaces which separate star from star, as will 
undulations of light. We have no perception of such minute 
waves of sound, because our organs of hearing are far less 
delicately formed than our organs of vision. Nevertheless angelic 
Intelligences may be endowed with an acuteness which we, at 
present, do not possess; and their capability of being affected by 
the slightest vibrations of ether, that shall have travelled for 
millions of miles, may be one of those beautiful and astonishing 
truths which appear to us, in our imperfect organization, little 
else than poetic dreams and fables. 
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("> Page 151. 

But cloudless, herbless, streamless, blaclcly lay 
In arid desolation. 

Did any atmosphere or water exist in the moon, we should 
not fail to detect their presence. The stars are occulted by the 
moon without any refraction of their rays, disappearing and re- 
appearing instantly ; this would not be the case if an atmosphere, 
even of a few miles in height, enveloped the satellite : also no 
vapour has ever been seen staining the vitreous plains, or passing 
around its lofty mountains. The atmospheres of Jupiter and 
Mars, globes comparatively so distant, are easily discoverable, 
and in the latter the seas are plainly traced. No forms of life, 
with which we are acquainted, could exist on the surface of the 
moon ; but Nature for once may be contented to resign a globe 
to barrenness and solitude, in consideration that it has so many 
important and beneficial offices to serve in connexion with our 
superior world. 

2 ). Page 154. 

Wrapping most worlds, the changeful air alone 
Tempers the solar heat, and cools or warms. 

The moon which never has, nor can be inhabited, on account of 
the absence of a life-supporting air, may scarcely be called a world 
in the sense we usually apply to that term, as meaning a habitable 
globe. A common notion prevails that the nearer the planet is to 
the sun, the greater degree of heat it receives. This, however, is a 
fallacy. It is not proximity to the solar orb, but the nature of the 
atmosphere on which the planet's temperature mainly depends. 
The aeronaut who, in Summer time, mounts to a great height, and 
when no clouds intercept the beams of the sun, is frozen in his 
baloon ; while on the highest peaks of the Andes, the snow never 
melts. These facts alone prove to the most ordinary observers, 
that the rarer the atmosphere is the lower must be the tempera- 
ture. Mercury, though but thirty six millions of miles from the 
sun, may be provided with an atmosphere so pure and rare, and 
yet suited to every description of life, that the planet probably 
is as cool and pleasantly genial as Jupiter, which moves at a 
distance rather more than five times that of the earth, from the 



NOTES. 211 

source of heat. If one thing evinces design, on the part of the 
Creator, more than another, it is the adaptation of rare and dense 
atmospheres to the respective positions of globes, for the purposes 
of vegetable and animal existence. 

( 13 ). Page 161. 
The deep-green sea impresses on the land. 
Viewed through a good telescope, the green tints of the seas 
can be discerned on the surface of Mars, in beautiful contrast 
with the rosy colour of the land. 

0*). Page 161. 

Like warmer Venus, Mars doth echo Earth. 

No other planet, in all its features and economy, bears so 
striking a resemblance to our earth as Mars. Its mass is con- 
siderably less, yet the distribution of land and water, of mountain 
and valley, nearly approaches that prevailing on our own globe. 
It revolves on its axis in twenty-four hours, thirty-nine minutes : 
its atmosphere being a little more dense than ours, the temperature, 
probably, at the surface of both planets, is much the same. Unlike 
Jupiter which, owing to the very slight inclination of its axis, 
has scarcely any diversity of seasons, the seasons of Mars are as 
marked as our own. The white belts of snow at the poles are 
distinctly apparent, and their gradual diminution can be watched, 
as the Summers come on. No moon has yet been discovered, the 
small size of the satellite, in all probability, and its proximity to 
the planet, baffling astronomers in their endeavours to detect it. 

( ls ). Page 164. 

As if Omnipotence, in moulding worlds, 
Could wander into error. 

Much mystery attaches to the numerous diminutive bodies, 
called asteroids, which are found between the orbits of Mars and 
Jupiter. The diameter of one of the largest, Pallas, has been 
computed at 670 miles, that of Vesta, 290, while Flora, and some 
of the others, are so small, that their diameters are thought not 
to exceed 100 miles. The mean distance of their orbits from the 

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sun — their moving in a tract of heaven where, according to 
Bode's law of distances, a great planet ought to be situated— and 
the near approximation of those orbits at the point of intersection, 
seem almost to countenance the opinion of Olbers, that the 
asteroids are the remains of a large world shivered to pieces by 
some internal force, in ages long past. But one consideration is 
fatal to such a conjecture. The great Architect of Nature has 
never failed in the formation of the mightiest sun. Shall He 
here alone show Himself less than Omnipotent? shall He 
resemble a mortal in being compelled to suffer the work of His 
hands to become a ruin and a wreck ? The asteroids, we believe, 
are the result, not of an accident, but have been created thus 
minute for some purpose man is unable to comprehend. The 
number now known of these extraordinary "miniature worlds," 
from the first one announced by Piazzi in 1801, to the last 
detected by our distinguished countryman, Mr. Hind, is very 
large, and almost every year brings a fresh discovery. 

(!«). Page 167. 

The crown of all your System. 

Jupiter has ever been considered the monarch of the Planets. 
It is difficult for us to realise the fact that an apparently small 
brilliant point in our evening skies is a moon-attended globe, no 
less than eighty-eight thousand miles in diameter, and which 
would make one thousand three hundred worlds like our own. 
Some have argued that gravitation is so powerful in Jupiter, that 
if any human beings exist there, they must, when they endeavour 
to move, do so with extreme difficulty, the attractive influence 
rooting them, as it were, to the spot ; and this physical incon- 
venience has been adduced as a strong presumption that the 
planet is uninhabited. But it requires little argument to show that 
the difficulty named will be entirely overcome, if man be endowed 
there with muscles more vigorous than we possess on earth. 
Indeed, it is rational to conclude that both in size and bodily 
power, the Jovian inhabitant will be adapted to his planet. The 
human races, throughout all the worlds, we may safely believe, 
present a family likeness. Man is created in the image of his 
divine Maker; j r et as Mercury differs in magnitude from our 
earth, and the last from Jupiter and Uranus, why should not the 



NOTES. 213 

inhabitants of each planet possess a like diversity, as regards 
strength and size, though the distinctive formation of features, 
bodily shape, and adjustment of limbs, be precisely similar ? 

( 17 ). Page 168. 

Theirs it was to live 
A thousand years in unbowed majesty. 

Seasoning from analogy, we may infer that the Creator has 
proportioned the length of life, enjoyed by his creatures, to the 
duration of the seasons, or the solar years of the respective worlds. 
Thus the term of life in Mercury, whose year is about a fourth 
part of our own, may be twenty of our Summers ; while in 
Jupiter the inhabitants shall be permitted, on an average, to see 
seventy revolutions of their planet around the sun, extending 
over a period not far short of nine hundred terrestrial years. 

( 19 ). Page 171. 
Behold a world slow-forming. 

Some modern astronomers have announced that the rings of 
Saturn are composed of millions of separate small meteors. But 
the accepted opinion is that they are formed of continuous 
matter. The rings have been prominently put forward by the 
advocates of the Nebular Hypothesis as affording strong evidence 
of its truth. According to the theory of the elder Herschel, and 
Laplace, the outer planets were first cast off from the sun, and 
condensed; consequently they are the oldest bodies. Be this as 
it may, the Creator probably has willed that some globes should 
occupy far longer periods than others, in arriving at a condition 
suitable for the abode of human beings. The extraordinary 
appendage to Saturn (for rings have never been detected surround- 
ing any other planet), would seem to intimate that the globe is 
still in process of condensation, having thrown off those flat 
circles during its rapid axial rotation ; in all probability the 
planet goes on decreasing in volume ; for it is rather remarkable 
that its mean density (half the weight of water) is less than that 
of any other body, comets excepted, in the System. 

That our world, at some remote period, possessed a ring or 
rings similar to those of Saturn, we have reason to suspect ; there 



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2] 4 THE IMMORTALS. 

is surplus matter all around the earth's equator, forming a 
graduated elevation of thirteen miles beyond what the equatorial 
regions would be, were our globe a perfect sphere ; hence the 
diameter at the equator exceeds that at the poles, by twenty-six 
miles. This may be the first suggestion offered that the elevation, 
above named, is attributable to our earth's primitive rings, and 
we are aware that such elevation has been regarded as an effect 
of centrifugal force, derived from the earth's rapid revolution on 
its axis, when in a less dense state than at present; but the 
accumulation at the equator may, we think, with as much reason 
be ascribed to the disruption of the once encircling rings, which, 
falling on our planet, would be heaped around the equatorial 
regions. 

A further argument that Saturn's belts will eventually be 
broken up, is supplied by the fact that he is attended by so 
numerous a retinue of moons. The light which the rings derive 
from the sun, and throw upon Saturn's surface, must be very 
considerable, and did the Creator design them to be permanent, 
their luminosity might suffice the inhabitants during their brief 
night of five hours, without the presence of moons. But the 
seven moons seem to have been created in anticipation of the 
catastrophe adverted to, when, with its brother worlds, Saturn's 
time shall have come to support, unthreatened by danger, 
rational beings. 

9 ). Page 174. 

Last and lonely link 
In the grand chain of tcorlds that gird the sun. 

It is very improbable that another planet revolves beyond the 
orbit of Neptune, for some future Le Verrier or Adams to discover. 
The mean distance of Neptune from the sun (three thousand 
millions of miles) being more than thirty times that of the earth 
from the same luminary, the solar disc must appear from the 
planet's surface dwindled down to a mere point ; and, presuming 
B ode's law correct, if another planet exist, it must be situated at 
nearly double the distance of Neptune from the sun, or in a 
region of space where our sun's attraction would certainly be too 
feeble to control the motions of a solid body, the subtile matter 
of comets alone obeying the weakened solar force. 



XOTES. 215 

(2 0). Page 175. 
Majestic on the sky, and hung with moons. 

That one moon only has been discovered in attendance on 
Neptune, is no proof that several moons do not cheer the darkness 
of his nights. Neptune may be regarded as the oldest of the 
planets, as Mercury may be considered the youngest, if we follow 
the order that some astronomical theories prescribe. Far less in 
mass than Jupiter or Saturn, Neptune is nevertheless thirty-one 
thousand miles in diameter, and above one hundred times larger 
than our earth. That its surface is suited to vegetable life, 
and the life of sentient beings, we have no reason to doubt. A 
peculiar atmosphere of great density, on the principle before 
alluded to, may cause the sun's beams to develop light and caloric, 
however feebly those beams may shine there, so that Neptune is 
probably a world of great fertility and beauty. 

We have considered Saturn, arguing from the presence of its 
yet unfallen rings, as in a state of transition, preparing for the 
reception of human beings. It was at first suspected that 
Neptune possessed a ring, and Professor Challis and Mr. Lassell 
thought they could perceive traces of it ; but the idea of its 
existence is now, we believe, quite abandoned. The appendage 
of rings, then, not being discovered in connexion with Neptune, 
and resembling in several points our own world, we may fairly 
conclude that this magnificent globe is no wilderness, created 
without aim or purpose, but that it supports on its surface a race 
of beings endowed with intellect and reason. If we carry out 
the theory before named, in relation to the term of life assigned 
by God to his creatures, then must we suppose the inhabitants of 
Neptune favoured with length of days beyond any patriarch we 
read of in Sacred Writ. The summer of Neptune comes around 
but once in 164 of our years ; and we can scarcely imagine that 
the Almighty would create beings to witness only one solar year 
of their world ; consequently man, if permitted to live even for 
twenty of Neptune's summers, would attain to an age equivalent 
to about three thousand of our years. 



216 THE IMMORTALS. 

( 21 ). Page 179. 

Yet never more 
A comet will approach to drown thy race. 

After the first miracle of creation, the Almighty appears to 
have heen pleased ever to work out his purposes by natural 
means; therefore, other causes assisting in bringing about the 
deluge, as stated in Scripture, both physical laws and the Sacred 
Narrative may allow the supposition, that one of the larger 
comets was once permitted to pass so near the surface of our 
earth as to raise, by attraction, a tidal wave. That these 
mysterious bodies concerning which, in reality, so little is' known, 
however attenuated their gaseous matter may be, possess a 
certain substance and weight, is beyond dispute. Consequently, 
though their influence on solid bodies, when placed at some con- 
siderable distance from them, may have escaped detection, they 
must possess attractive power. The tidal wave, raised by this 
large comet on its near approach to the earth, may have 
exceeded in volume any that could be elevated by the moon : it 
might have swept over the land, and covered many of the hills. 
Thus it may be said, in the language of the Mosaic narrative, 
that '■ the fountains of the great deep were broken up." A body 
of water might in this manner have been drawn from the Atlantic 
ocean over Southern Europe, and all the Western parts of Asia 
might have been submerged. The waters, after the passage of 
the comet, would, of course, retreat to their former beds. 

( 22 ). Page 182. 

Walked thoughtfully those radiant solar plains. 

If there be any truth in the statements and sublime deductions 
of Sir William Herschel, then we may well believe that our sun 
is inhabited. These are his words — "I think myself authorized, 
upon astronomical principles, to propose the sun as an inhabitable 
world, and am pursuaded that the foregoing observations, with 
the conclusions I have drawn from them, are fully sufficient to 
answer every objection." — Electricity is the grand secret of the 
luminosity of this mysterious body, and as electric currents, 
under certain conditions, can never exhaust themselves, the solar 
light has a ceaseless endurance. Electric clouds in a state of 



NOTES. 217 

■constant activity, passing our conception, encompass the entire 
orb ; other strata of clouds, not luminous, appear to form a screen 
beneath, but at a considerable distance from the sun's solid body. 
The modern discovery of the extraordinary fact that several 
metals, well known in our planet, float in a burning vaporous 
state above the sun's surface, goes to confirm, we think, rather 
than overthrow the doctrine of continued electric action. These 
electric clouds, exerting all their influence outwards, permit the 
opaque body to remain in comparative shadow and coolness ; 
vapours from the solar seas may also conduce to lower the 
temperature of the atmosphere. The spots, so frequently dis- 
covered on the sun's disc, are believed to be temporary removals 
of the surrounding luminous envelope, caused by excessive 
agitation, allowing the dark surface of the sun to be partially 
uncovered ; thus the inhabitants may have occasional views of 
the outer tmiverse, for in these openings shadow and darkness 
must, to a certain extent, prevail, so that the rays from the 
planets and other stars may shine through them. 

It seems to be the will of the great Architect of Nature, that 
every portion of our own globe, both land and water, should teem 
with life ; we can therefore with difficulty believe that He would 
permit so stupendous a world as the sun to be an unpeopled solitude. 
The power that created such a magnificent globe, is able certainly, 
in some way unknown to us, to render it inhabitable, and, while 
it exercises such important offices, controlling and vivifying all 
the planetary worlds, the same power can clothe it with natural 
beauty, and fill it with every form of life and intelligence. 



218 



APPENDIX 



THE CENTRAL SUN. 



The great modern discovery of a Central Sun being so fre- 
quently referred to in the preceding pages, and forming much of 
the subject-matter of the Poem, a few additional observations 
regarding it may not be inopportune. 

Up to a comparatively recent period, an idea prevailed that 
our sun is fixed in space, merely rotating on his axis ; also that 
the stars, with the exception of the few planets constituting our 
System, are immoveable. Suns, these stars were acknowledged 
to be, each probably attended by its retinue of planets, satellites, 
and comets, but still they were thought to maintain for ever 
unaltered stations in the sky. 

The first public announcement by Sir William Herschel, 
although Bradley and Halley had previously thrown out sug- 
gestions, that our sun has a proper motion in space, carrying 
along with him the planets and comets, was received with little 
favour by contemporary astronomers. But that eminent man, 
no more than his successor, his equally eminent son, was not a 
visionary; he never made statements unsupported by proof. 
The gradual widening or spreading out of stars towards the 



APPENDIX. 219 

North, as compared with the stations they held in the catalogue 
made by Hipparchus two thousand years ago, and the drawing 
together, or closing up, of those located in the South, convinced 
him that our sun's progress is in a Northern direction. Recent 
investigations and discoveries have corroborated his views, and 
confirmed the truth of his bold theory, placing his then doubted 
declaration among the great facts of the age. 

The labours of Argelander, who selected five hundred stars 
situated in all parts of the heavens, so that, by their apparent 
motions, the sun's proper motion might be detected, and the con- 
firmation which the celebrated astronomer, Otho Struve, gave to 
the results obtained — all go to prove that our System is pro- 
gressing through space towards a star in the constellation 
Hercules. Whether that star be our companion sun, which also, 
at that immense distance, may be performing a revolution around 
ourselves, the pair having hundreds of counterparts, called binary 
stars, is a question yet to be decided. 

Under any circumstances, the orbit we are describing is one of 
a stupendous nature. Such of the members of the «double and 
multiple stars whose orbits have been computed, perform re- 
volutions around each other in periods varying from half a 
century to two thousand years, although one of the pairs of the 
quadruple star in the constellation of the Harp, requires, as 
estimated from their distances, a period not far short of a million 
of years. From very close calculations which cannot greatly err, 
our sun, with his attendant planets, is found to be sweeping 
through space at the rate of one hundred and thirty three millions 
of miles every year ; yet a single revolution around this distant 
world located in Hercules, will occupy a period greater than that 
required by the stars in the constellation of the Harp. Can it 
be that one revolution has yet been performed ? Geology alone 
may return an answer ; and the immense antiquity which she 
gives to the Earth seems to indicate that the revolution has been 
performed several times, since the Almighty condensed our planet, 
and moulded it out of chaos. 

Let us not, however, be misunderstood : we are not among 
those who would endeavour very greatly to extend the chronology 
generally received, as regards the period of man's creation. The 
acknowledged antiquity of our globe does not argue that its last 
convulsions were not comparatively of a modern date, and after 



L'ZU THE IMMORTALS. 

which the history of our species commences. The flint-head 
weapons discovered embedded in certain ancient strata, and the 
Lacustrine remains in Switzerland, may point, it is true, to a 
high antiquity ; but the value of these data, we submit, if value 
they do possess, is by no means yet determined. Little doubt, 
however, exists that, from other and weightier considerations 
than these just named, the period of the creation of man should 
be thrown back a very considerable time beyond that computed 
by the old chronologists. 

Now our sun's proper motion in space being admitted, we are 
led to infer from analogy that every other sun, including the 
myriads that compose our astral System, the Milky Way, is also 
in a state of progression. Independently of the consideration 
that all God's works obey the laws of perfect harmony, and that 
other suns seem but a beautiful repetition of our own, we are 
driven to the conclusion that universal motion prevails in the 
heavens. The numerous binary and triple stars have for ever 
settled the question that the laws of gravitation obtain in the 
remotest parts of the universe. This important fact being 
granted, it follows that all the great bodies in space must have an 
onward movement around some centre of gravity, otherwise as 
certainly as our own planet, were it to be suddenly deprived of 
the centrifugal force it received at its creation, would drop into 
the sun, so would the mass of worlds, as elsewhere observed, 
obedient to the laws of attraction, no matter how widely stationed 
apart, gradually approach each other, and universal ruin be the 
result. 

It appears, then, absolutely necessary from the known pro- 
perties of material bodies, that no member of the great family of 
worlds should be stationary. But whither can the suns, with 
ourselves, be tending ? they must without question move in orbits, 
and there must exist a centre of gravity, or the Creator's universe, 
speaking reverently, would be devoid of harmony, and his mighty 
engineering would, to human comprehension, exhibit imperfection. 
A central world, around which all the members of our astral 
System, at less or greater distances, should perform revolutions, 
seems a strong necessity resulting from the very constitution of 
the universe. Astronomers have felt that such a "point of 
force " must have existence somewhere ; the great difficulty has 
been in determining its exact locality. Many men of eminence 



APPENDIX. 221 

have employed their powers in this important search for the 
common centre of gravity of all the stars, and among them Pro- 
fessor Maedlar stands conspicuous. 

The elder Herschel, in determining the direction in which our 
sun is moving, made a gigantic stride towards a solution of the 
problem; hut it has remained for Maedlar, by a process as 
ingenious as laborious, to point out, with a high degree of pro- 
bability, I would say with certainty, the star which has the 
honour and glory of occupying that spot in the universe, which 
may be termed the throne and spring-head of creation. 

Our sun is situated at present in the Southern portion of the 
Milky Way, and is proceeding North. Hence the centre of 
gravity must be sought in the latter direction. We cannot 
pretend to explain here the sagacious method by which Maedlar 
arrived at his conclusions ; suffice it to say, that the star which 
answers all the conditions required by a central sun, is Alcyone, 
the principal member of the Pleiad-group. 

This beautiful and well-known cluster appears to the un- 
assisted eye to be composed of seven stars, but the telescope 
reveals more than a hundred, and all are situated within a space 
not larger, apparently, than the circumference of the moon. 

Among other indications or proofs that this is the real centre 
of the universe, may be stated the remarkable fact that the stars 
which surround Alcyone have all a motion in the same direction ; 
and extending observations further from its body, Maedlar found 
that, out of one hundred and ten stars, only one appeared to 
move contrary to the course which he assumed each ought to 
maintain. 

From what has been stated, we arrive at the conclusion that, 
amidst the innumerable stars which bespangle our heavens, a 
centre of gravity exists, around which their countless thousands 
revolve. The question then presents itself, is this centre of 
gravity merely a point in space, occupied by no globe superior in 
dimensions to other suns, but resembling the point between 
binary or quadruple stars, which, while they may be of similar 
size, perform revolutions around each other ? — Oris there a body 
located there of sufficient magnitude to influence and control the 
motions of all other suns ? — The mind at first refuses to believe 
that any body so stupendous can exist in creation ; precisely as 
the young student in astronomy is staggered, when, for the first 



222 THE IMMORTALS. 

time, he learns that the mass or weight of the sun exceeds that 
of the earth 355 thousand times, and the mass of all the planets 
united 500 times. But though he is astounded and incredulous, 
the fact remains undeniable. 

"We rise from our own subordinate System to the sun-systems 
of revolving multiple stars, and then to the combined astral 
scheme of the universe. If harmony distinguish the one, shall 
not harmony prevail in the others ? We only extend the field of 
creation, and we can imagine nothing so august, nothing so 
mighty, but that the divine Artificer's ^workmanship shall 
transcend all our conceptions. To the power which is infinite no 
limit can be assigned ; and He who could create one sun many 
times larger than the globes it presides over, could, for his lofty 
purposes, create another body many times larger than the com- 
bined mass of our sun and his luminous companions. 

Nevertheless the law operating in our own System, that a 
governing body shall much exceed in size all the governed 
together, does not, as far as observation teaches us, prevail in 
regard to the Central Sun. The stars nearest Alcyone revolve, 
it would seem, almost in circles, while those further off, including 
our own sun, move in curves more and more elongated, according 
to their increasing distances. But so nicely adjusted may the 
mutual attractions be, that the worlds probably revolve around 
the Central Sun, partly on the principle developed among the 
binary and quadruple stars, and partly through the gravitating 
force of an immense globe, placed in a peculiar position with 
reference to the entire sidereal scheme. 

If this view prove the correct one, then Alcyone may be 
regarded as a mighty world, it is true, but of course not 
proportioned in mass to the aggregate stars, as our sun is 
proportioned to the System he governs ; its importance must be 
attributed in some measure to its superior magnitude, but also to 
the station which it occupies — that wonderful point in space 
around which all other worlds are constrained to revolve. 

It has been shown that our sun is progressing towards a star in 
the Constellation Hercules ; at the same time he may be advanc- 
ing with that companion, in his elliptical orbit, around Alcyone ; 
but, in process of time, the sun's course will be altered; he will 
bend in his path, and, after performing his tremendous perihelion, 
will retire in an opposite direction again to the South. 



APPENDIX. 223 

Such are the considerations that lead us fully to accept Alcyone, 
pointed out by Professor Maedlar, as the grand central object of 
the universe, the " compelling " world of worlds. Objectors may 
urge that if Alcyone be so stupendous, its superior magnitude 
would be apparent in the heavens, so that its august character 
would strike every observer. We answer that its immense 
distance from the earth, for its parallax has not yet been obtained, 
and other causes, operate in making it appear so inconsiderable a 
body. 

Alcyone may be said to occupy the Northern or North -Eastern 
focus in the great elliptical figure formed by the Milky- Way. 
Our sun is travelling from the South ; presuming it moves in an 
elongated ellipse, we shall, in performing our perihelion, approach 
much nearer to this mighty luminary than we are at present. 
Then will Alcyone shine a glorious object in the heavens, and 
doubt no longer will obscure the minds of the inhabitants of our 
globe, as to its stupendous character, and the high office it serves 
in Creation. 

The remarks we have offered in the poem of " The Immortals," 
on the presumed existence of this Central Sun, and the inferences 
we have ventured to draw, must be left to the consideration and 
judgment of the reader. If there be any truth in our arguments ; 
if such an august world or worlds, placed in the centre of 
creation, do exercise their necessary controlling power, thereby 
declaring that region to be the most remarkable and important 
in the universe, then we hope that our averments may be accepted 
by reason, as well as sanctioned by the spirit of religion. 

There are some men, even accounted devout, who take no 
interest in the great questions connected with the marvels and 
glories of the universe around us, and who never ask how we 
shall exist hereafter, or where the region of happiness may be. 
Not so the inquiring spirit — such a spirit as that possessed by the 
celebrated divine and philosopher, Dr. Chalmers, and the amiable 
and distinguished President of Amherst College, U.S.* Though 
both eminently religious men, they have not hesitated, in their 
investigations, and in their search after important truths, to make 
statements which many individuals may refuse assent to, as 
being visionary, and contrary to the teachings or evidence of our 

* Professor Hitchcock, author of " The Keligion of Geology." 



224 THE IMMORTALS. 

senses, they quite forgetting how limited in their powers these 
senses are, and that speculation, cautiouslv indulged in, often- 
times pioneers the way to the beautiful temple of truth. 

To such spirits as these, Avho, while they bow to the authority 
of Holy Writ, think ' it their duty to exercise the intellect, 
however imperfect it be, which God has given them, we address 
our considerations. Convinced we are that they will not re- 
pudiate, without some good cause, the doctrine of a Central World, 
which, while it produces harmony through the laws of gravita- 
tion, lights up, with its neighbouring brother suns, a tract of sky 
pre-eminently beautiful, and suggests to us the strong and 
cheering probability that in or near such a central region, as 
being more worthy and glorious than any other part of the 
heavens, may be situated (we repeat it reverentially), the mag- 
nificent and happy home prepared for the virtuous children of 
the great Father of the universe. 



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